So apparently, I work out now.
More accurately, I “weight train.”
Those who know me in real life will understand what is so comical about that sentence.
I am not now, nor have I ever been, “sporty.” I participated in Color Guard with the marching band in high school. I rode horses while growing up.
That’s where it all ends for me.
My husband was a football and track athlete all through school. He began weight training in high school. His love of sports in general and football specifically has led him into coaching, which he has done at various levels for the past 17 years or so.
Intermingled with all of his coaching, he has continued to lift weights and remain reasonably active. So much so that we have a combo smith machine in our garage.
In my day job, I work in an office and spend my time being much less active.
I also experience chronic back pain. I have described the back pain as being on a spectrum. It never doesn’t hurt. Some days are better than others, some days are almost normal. There is still always a level of pain.
I am hesitant to begin a work out routine, as it only adds to the pain I already have.
With my back struggles in mind, my husband has begun researching lifting techniques that will strengthen and stretch my back, with the hopes of alleviating some of my pain.
We have begun slowly over the past month, 3 times a week, with him attentively watching and coaching.
This is a whole new experience for me, and one I was VERY apprehensive to begin.
It is safe to say that my lack of strength in some areas, while not surprising, does explain a lot.
This past week, he introduced squats for the first time.
Before any weight can be measured before the bar can even be grabbed, the form must be correct, or so I am told. This was the first challenge that I was completely and totally incapable of doing.
My back will not allow it.
So now I am practicing squats. Or the beginning of squats. I spend my time practicing standing up and sitting down without my hands, and I feel completely ridiculous while I do it.
I have yet to actually attempt it with the bar.
Two lessons that I have learned while basically practicing sitting and standing:
- A great coach/partner/husband can help you feel like the simple task of standing and sitting without assistance is worth a medal.
- As much as my brain wants to tell me to stop, the next morning my back does actually feel better.
At this time, I have no plans of lifting to become some big, buff, badass. I am trying to not be concerned with the weight on the scale.
Instead, I am choosing to focus on my pain and mobility levels, and as long as those are going in the right directions, I will keep going.