Zach has always wanted his own gym. He has been working his butt off to make it happen too. He has started to make it a reality these days. He has converted his garage into a gym. It's really freaking nice too.
This has been in the works for a while. Janelle, Ashley, and myself have lovingly started calling it Garage Gym. I think Zach didn't like it at first, but now I hear that he's even referring to it as Garage Gym from time to time.
Anyway, he got everything up and running a few weeks ago, but I was sick and my schedule has been so opposite of Janelle's that I have not had to the opportunity to get over there. Well, on Tuesday that all changed....
Garage Gym is awesome. I will hopefully get some pics today.
Tuesday was also the first day I had ever worked out with Zach. He makes workouts and we do them and we push ourselves, but it was way, way, way, freaking different to do my workout with Zach right there.
I did a different kind of pull up too. I'm still working on doing a pull up on my own. I have to use the assist machines and what-not. Zach made me use these big bungee band things. I thought they were going to spring me right though the ceiling, but I managed to hang on.
Anyway, that one workout has caused me to be so sore that I don't even know what to do with myself. My arms and lats feel like they are going to fall off my body. It hurts to touch my arms or sides right now. Don't get me wrong, I'm sore, but I love it. I love to be sore after a workout. I know that I either really, really pushed myself or I did something I haven't done before. Tuesday was a combo of both.
I'm not sure what it was, but having Zach in the room really made me work harder. I'm not sure what he thought because he doesn't say much, but I'm going to pretend that he smiled when no one was looking.