Gym

This week I've been getting back into my gym training. I used to train religiously until I was diagnosed with spondylollyrolly...spondylolly...roller...lolly...spotty dog? It's a posh physio word for "broken back". So yeah I'd had bad backs on and off for yrs and usually they got better but this time it didn't. Long story short, I found out that I'd broken my back between the L5 (5th vertebrae of the Lumbar) and S1 (1st of the Sacrael) vertebrae and needed a spinal fusion. Other things happened along the way to make it an adventure for me but I'll tell you about them in another entry. So I had the spinal fusion on 29th Dec 08 and spent the next yr regularly visiting the physio. Last Christmas he finally gave me the "all clear" to start training again but I had to ease myself back into it. So I'm currently easing back in. That sounds rude. Anyhoo, since getting back into it, I'm obviously lifting lighter weights than I used to at the moment because I'm not quite as strong or as big as I was. It's very annoying to be back to square 1 again but the more annoying thing is the wardrobe issues. Because I used to train so hard and religiously, some of the t-shirts i wore had become tight in certain areas and loooked really impressive. Now however, they look silly so I'm limited in what I can wear and trying hard not to wear the same thing today that i sweated in yesterday. So far I'm managing, but this has been the first week. Another problem is I have size 13 - 14 feet which in itself is fine. But the only footwear I have most suited to the gym are my converse and it's been pointed out to me on numerous occassions that they look like clown shoes.
Finally, when I got changed at the gym I realised that my tracksuit bottoms had shrunk in the wash. So there's me in an ill fitting t-shirt, jack-ups (with white socks), clown shoes, and weights that I can't wait to get past. Oh yeah, it gets worse. I was doing my chest and shoulders tonight. One particular chest exercise I did was "flys" (google it, it'll take too long to explain). So I'm doing them with a dumbell in each hand and thinking "bloody hell" (yes, I swear to myself sometimes. But I can cos I'm ok with it) "Bloody hell, my left arm's not doing very well tonight - it can't be that tired already..." I finished the set, had a rest, lifted the weights to go again and that's when i realised. The weight in my left hand was 4 kilos heavier than the one in my right! Twat!