First Day Training the Beard
It’s Memorial Day, and my husband has the day off of work. That didn’t stop me from waking him up at 6am so we could workout though. Tomorrow, when he goes back to work I’ll wake him up even earlier so that he has time to shower before going to work, but today he didn’t want to get up any earlier than he normally does since he didn’t have to go to work.
I’d been pondering over how to start training him, because he hasn’t consistently worked out for a long time, and he has three injuries that I have to be aware of when we train. A lumbar spine injury, a hernia repair in his lower abdomen, and a shoulder/neck injury from the car accident, so we have to be gentle at first. I wasn’t really sure how gentle we would need to be though, because he’s always been strong. My husband was on the swim team in high school and worked hard physical jobs his whole life, always lean, always muscular. Even now, out of shape for him doesn’t look out of shape, but he is.
So I wrote up this quick mobility and core sequence literally right before I woke him up. It’s essentially what is now my warm up, but is still a decent workout when you’re starting out.
We only did one round of mobility and of the core work. He voiced struggle with the dead bugs, not just because of core but because of his low back, so we will modify for the rest of the week with more standing core and stability in the hips and glutes. We called it done, and he crawled back to bed to catch a couple more hours of sleep.
I’ve finished writing out the rest of this week for him, and I’m excited to get him going in some different moves. But it looks like we’re going to be taking it slow. For the first time since I’ve known him, we met when I was 15 years old, I’m the one in better shape. Even under all my squish. I don’t know what to do with this information… It’s baffling me. I guess I’ve been letting body dysmorphia take the lead in my head more than I though I was, because I’ve been sitting here squishing various parts of me like “but I’m so soft, I can’t be stronger than him?” That’s not how it works though. I’ve been working so hard for months and months, ten of them, and I’ve built up so much strength in my body, and somehow when comparing myself to others I wipe my brain of that knowledge. I need to cut that ish out.
I didn’t do any other workout after finishing up with my husband. I’m literally hours away from my expected period and it feels like it. Cramps are vile, and sharp, and I’ve already begun spotting, so I’m going to lay low for the rest of the afternoon.
It’s going to be another wonderful day, so I’m going to take Yrsa for a walk here in a bit and then spend some time in the sunshine like a lizard. Maybe my legs will get a tan.
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