Whenever I finish my weight routine at the gym lately, I have this urge to punch something. I don’t know whether it’s the endorphins or my frustration at rarely being able to make progress over my previous session. Seriously, I keep written records of every set of weights I lift, and sometimes I even see regression in my ability. I give myself a few days between each session and I drink lots of protein powder and eat lots of chicken and other protein-laden meats. And yet little progress. I feel like I plateaued in March after two months of weights and have made very little headway since.
Oh, the other annoyance: people who set up weights on two different machines at once, when I want to use one of them. And these people are often staff members.
Grrrr. Angry.