I have a very, very love/hate relationship with lifting weights.

There are times when I think it's the most boring thing in the world and I'd rather blow my brains out then spend time in the gym lifting.

Then there are times when I think lifting is the best thing ever, when I crave the next-day soreness after a good lifting session.

I'm in the latter phase right now.

I've gotten to the point where I have these really strong legs from running (and now cycling too), but my upper body isn't on par. I have skinny little spaghetti noodle arms in comparison.


I don't know if it's because summer is on the horizon and I'll be wearing tank tops more or if with tri training I just want to be more balanced all over, but I've decided to recommit to my lifting.

Luckily, my coworker Emily is in the same boat. So we've decided to lift together during our lunch breaks at work again like we did last year.


Having a gym buddy definitely makes it easier to stick with a plan.

When I lift, I'm all about high weights, low reps. I usually do three sets until I max out and can't really lift the weight anymore.

I hit all the major upper body muscles groups, then moved on to core work.

And because I had some extra time, I rounded the session out with a little bit of the leg work I used to do in physical therapy to help stabilize my knee.

Holy Moses are my arms feeling it today, but it's that good kind of I-just-kicked-my-butt sore. I am super excited to be mixing in lifting on a regular basis again. Strong arms and a strong core will pay off big time in my races.