Pain is the mind killer...

Saturday was G day. the day i started going to the gym proper. using all those machines that look like the belong in a dungeon and generally being totally unpleasant to my body. Thats fine, my body and i have an agreement. it looks bad and i hate it. we get on fairly well in the abuse stakes. apparently running on a treadmill is somehow harder than running outside, i find it hard to balance so i get tired in funny muscle groups. crunches too are a new exorcise to me, though i can 'feel them working' as in, the muscles hurt because they've had it easy up until now. ho ho ho, we;ll show them.
Meanwhile though, i've got to start focusing like the ninja, because if i don't fight through this next two weeks of muscle pain my body will reject the new regime and the pain will cause me to psychologically be averse to exorcise. pain in this case is not a teacher, it is a result of inactivity and laziness. i really have noone to blame but myself for years worth of junk food flab and atrophied muscles. i'm going to do it, 100% of whats possible, then 25% more.
Thanks though to snake. 'just one more'  is the training slogan i think everyone should have. it'll get you there, and back.
i think i'm learning more about managing pain too. i've gone too long in comfort really and i think thats why my tolerance is so low. another reason to drive through the emotional and physical 'wall' and see whats on the other side. it might be 200 feet high, but i can smash a couple of bricks off at a time.

Look out Spartans, here comes a Reaver.