Legs again (or I HATE SQUATS)

I hate squats. Really. They hurt. And not just your legs. They hurt everything. Your stomach has to tighten up to keep you from caving in on yourself, your sphincter has to lock up to keep your colon from shooting out of your ass, and your hands lock up from squeezing the bar so hard, (not because the bar's going anywhere, but just to keep yourself from screaming "Yes, I'm a litt'l Beeyatch! and I QUIT!"). Kind of the same principle as clutching a piece of rawhide between your teeth while someone digs a bullet out of you. It doesn't hurt any less, but it keeps you from embarassing yourself with unmanly squeals of 'oh please, please, just make the pain stop!'.

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I really didn't want to work out today. My major victory was merely stepping into the garage. The workout was poor, not because I lacked 'intensity,' but because I'm just physically weak right now.

The good news is that I was out there for about 50 minutes, and for at least a half hour of that my heart was in the 120--150bpm range. So I did both aerobic AND resistance training today.

Neener, neener.

Cell contents = Weight in Pounds x Reps.
Lift: Squats
Sets 1 to 3	110x15	110x15	110x14
Sets 4 to 6	110x12	110x12	110x12
Sets 7 to 9	In retrospect, I can't believe I even wrote this into the book
Lift: Leg Extensions
Sets 1 to 3	60x12	70x12	70x12
Sets 4 to 6	70x12	70x12	70x11