So, there’s this blogger that I love to read. Martha is her name and she is a fitness blogger for her blog, What Up Chickenbutt. Her fitness forte is weight lifting. And I mean HEAVY weightlifting. And she’s obsessed—in a good way.
I started reading her blog back in March when she started it up. And since I’m a runner and only lift weights when I feel like it, I enjoyed reading Martha’s blog for the humor and I had a definite appreciation for her love of fitness. So, even though we had different fitness loves, Martha and I hit it off just fine.
Now, mind you, I am no stranger to weights. That’s pretty well why I only do them when I feel like it. I know all too well the effort it takes to “lift some heavy stuff,” like Martha would say. You may think this is crazy, but I’d rather run a marathon than lift some heavy stuff.
But then, something started creeping up on me.
I liked the way Martha talked about “throwing some weight around” and I liked the muscles I saw on her legs when she took progress pictures. I started toying with the idea of lifting some of my own weights.
After I thought about it for a while, I then took to commenting on Martha’s blog about how I was going to do it. After about four months of that, and continued reading of Martha’s literary fitness genius, I actually did something she suggested.
I went out and got an app.
I must say, it helped that I had also been reading Cheryl’s blog, Geek Girl USA, who reviews apps regularly and always tells us about free ones. Before reading Cheryl’s blog, the only app I ever downloaded was . . . well, anyway. So, I now had app-bravery from Cheryl, and Martha’s wise instruction. So I did it. I got an app.
And I love it.
Ok, I admit, I have only used it one week—I downloaded it last week and played around with it a bit and I’ve only done three workouts this week, but I’m on track for muscles like She-Ra. Because you know how much I like her. The thing is, I have to KEEP doing this if I want to KEEP muscles on my body.
With training for a marathon, you train, you run the race, you are done. You can choose to stop running for life if you want (not that I will, I’m just saying . . .). but with lifting weights, where’s the end? In my mind, there isn’t any. Because once I put the effort in to build a muscular body, I’m not gonna want to give that up. Would you?
So I’ve taken the challenge on. And I must say, I’m loving it already. I can feel my muscles growing, literally, because they hurt. But I’m liking that.
Lately, I’ve noticed Martha referring to herself as “just a creep in her basement, throwing some weight around.” Or, something like that which involves the usage of the word, “creep.” And I realize, that thing I said that creeped up on me? I think it was Martha’s writing. So, now I’ve been thinking of Martha as the Fitness Creep. Because if you don’t be careful, her fitness enthusiasm will creep up on you. And you just might find yourself throwing some heavy stuff around.
**Image taken by jontun on Flickr via creative commons license.