Ow and Ew

Sometimes in the quest to get stronger, we get a little crazy. OK, I'll use my "I" word. I might get a little crazy. I am really not that into punishment. I'm kind of of wuss, actually. Which is why I go to this one "class" - some describe it less as a class and more as a challenge - that totally kicks my butt every week. And last week, I left bruised. Not a little bruised. Bruised like, "oh my god, what happened to you?!" bruised. My husband said, "You'd better cover those up tonight or I might get arrested." Five days later I still have a 3 by 4 inch purple, now turning greenish-yellow (ew) ,  splotch on each upper arm where a kettle bell settled during a session of 200 single arm clean and presses (100 each arm). After 65 on the left and 75 on the right, I was letting the weight fall back into my arm. Not a good plan, as it turns out. Not that I had a lot of control at that point. I was focusing on getting the damn thing UP. Oh, and we're talking about a 20 lb kettle bell, for those of you who are keeping score. I was the last one finished, and I'm not sure I would have at all if some other good hearted members of the class hadn't come over and kept doing them with me until I finished - way above and beyond the call of duty. I was already discouraged when people were finishing and I was only half done. It's hard not to call it quits at that point. But one of the good things about this class is the expectation that there is no quitting. You finish the task. Faster is better, of course, but regardless, you gotta get out of the burning building.