Meds, gym, stuff

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Second day of taking my meds on schedule and my body doesn't quite know how to deal with it. Such is life, I supposed.

I'm planning on hitting the gym after work tomorrow, so I know that I'll need to dig out a pair of yoga pants and a big ol' t-shirt, as well as digging out a sports bra (maybe two so that I know I'll be fully supported...big boob problems), and my runners. Oh, as well as a fresh pair of socks and underwear for after my shower. Thank goodness for towel service!

I also need to dig out my big book bag so I can shove everything I need into it. At least I know where that is. And I made sure to buy a lock so I can ensure my stuff is all properly locked up before I head into the work-out area.

I know that the gym has a circuit-training area set-up so that is likely what I will gravitate towards after a brief cardio session on a bike or treadmill. And I have enough sense to start light, especially because of injuries I've taken since my last real go at a gym. I have a feeling that I'll be buying supplies to tape up my wrists, and possibly dig out my knee braces. But if I take it slow and build up the strength in those old injured areas I should be good.

And, no, I don't buy into that whole 'no pain, no gain' thing that so many people spout. If you're hurting while doing something, you are either doing it wrong or doing more reps than you body can actually handle at that point. If it hurts, stop, assess where it hurts and move onto another activity.

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