There’s a girl in my Zumba class who I have a complete arm-crush on.
This girl is itty bitty without an ounce of fat on her little frame – and she has the most gorgeous arm muscles: biceps, triceps, shoulders.
She is always a few rows ahead of me so she’s always in view. And there I am in the back row stalking her arms.
I have arm envy. (I also have leg envy. I’ve talked about that before.)
I have a very weird frame: I’m tallish (5’6) with short legs and a long torso. I always tease that I’m built like a football player with a wide rib cage, a narrow waist, and narrow shoulders. I have always had thick legs and arms, and now that I’m getting older I’m working my booty off (literally) to get my limbs toned and strong.
Last night I was thinking about my strength training and I’ve decided that it’s time to increase the training and the weight at the gym.
I’ve been so dedicated to my running this last year and preparing for races that I’ve accepted that I’ve let my strength training slide a bit. I still do it. I just don’t do it often enough through my week. And after I had whiplash last year I went down in weights and when I was ready I didn’t go back up enough. So, that’s it. I’m owning it and buckling down and am going to work at becoming my own arm envy.