And that would be 105 pounds. It was a 1RM (one rep max) and it was heavy. I actually didn’t realize it was the same amount of weight I’d lost until I was posting a picture of it on Instagram this morning. I blame that on my lack of caffeine and the early pre-work hour.
I had a few minutes to think about it. Besides the “Yay me!” feeling from having benched a triple-digit number, I thought about how freakin’ heavy it was, and how I had to dig deep and give it all the power I had to push that weight back up. My trainer was ready to help, but I saw her hands and just concentrated on moving the barbell out of her reach. They call it a 1RM because it’s the maximum amount of weight a person can lift once. I definitely couldn’t have done two.
So, that’s the same amount of weight I hauled around with me for years. Yikes!! No wonder I had no energy. At least the bench press was quick. It made me remember how moving was a chore and how tiring it was. As a nurse, I walked a lot during the shifts but it was taxing, especially as I got older. Walking now feels good, I love to move, it doesn’t have to be doing things like a 5K or a Boot Camp class, just getting out and moving myself from point A to point B is enjoyable. I certainly don’t mind some quality time on the couch, but I need and want to move. It’s much more fun without the extra me. So, I will remember this lift, how I pushed 105 lbs. away from me. For the second time.