So today I was thinking about how I need to get my shit together. Schoolwork, actually starting that friggin' webcomic....and getting in shape. Because I'm kinda not in good shape. So yeah. I decided to jump some rope, you know, get back in the swing of things, 'cuz I was like, "It's jump rope, how hard could it be?"
Turns out you need a lot of space to do said jump roping. Also, it'll kinda thwack on the backs of your legs if you don't time it right. Also...you'll kinda look like a retarded 2 year old. So I was all like, "Yeah, this isn't working."
then in a BRILLIANT STROKE OF GENIUS *note the heavy sarcasm*
i decided to lift weights instead. Because, you know, how hard could it be?
VERY FUCKING HARD IF YOU AREN'T READY FOR IT
I decided to try curling two weights with 2 1/2 lbs on them. What I DIDN'T realize was that there were actually 4 OF THEM ON EACH BAR. So, I was actually curling 20 lbs.
20 lbs. That's as much as my girlfriend's morbidly obese cat. I was not prepared for that. No-hoooooo.
Let me put it this way
You know how when you start something and you're all like, "Pssssh i can do this"?
And then it laughs and kicks your ass, then kicks you in the balls while you're on the floor and laughs even harder?
Multiply that by 100. You'll be about halfway there to realizing how in over my head I was when I naively said, "I can lift weights!"
Gotta lose that weight. Gotta want it.