I'm not sure if it's normal or not, but my shoulders are so sore/hurt so much that it's hard to lift my arms.
Jimmy is my personal trainer.
By the way, who am I and when did I get a personal trainer? I mean, who even does that, really?
I do, because it's the best I can think of to keep myself motivated at the gym and spend way more money than I would otherwise.
On a related note, burpies. Not fun. If you particpated in athletics in high school, you may be familiar with them.
Think push-ups meets up-downs meets mountain climbers. Sort of.
One set involved throwing a medicine ball as well, the highlight of which was almost knocking the air out of Jimmy.
This was also ironic considering prior to the set he had told me a story about the time he hit a client in the stomach.
I think that makes me a winner.
And stinky. Because I haven't showered.