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I have been sore times in my life.. been at this 40 years.. I have had quads so miserable I screamed trying to sit on the toilet for the morning Dookie. I've had triceps so sore I couldn't train chest for over a week. I've had calves so bad I called into work. So I've been there..
But the last two days have topped them all. So LATS you ask, what did you do that caused this new tortured pain so great that ibuprofen coukdnt touch it. ? So sore I literally have moaned out loud while watching cartoons because I didn't want to move to get the remote.
Was it squats.. nay.. was it deadlifts? .. nope.. did you do giant sets? Descending sets ? Rest pause?.. nope to all.. so what was it ???
WRIST CURLS...
Yep the dreaded wrist curl . I did bis and tris Friday. I never do forearms except for hammer curls. I never use wrist straps so my forearms always get a good workout.. they grow very easily.. so I've never ever trained them.. but I was bored.. so I plopped my ass down on a bench. Took a 35 pound dumbell.. and did a measly 3 sets of 20 wrist curls.. wasn't strenuous.. got a good pump.. showed my wife my beautiful veins and glories in my Popeye forearms..
Saturday I woke up to a twinge of soreness in the belly of the forearm.. felt good.. I was off training that day so i just relaxed. Saturday night I noticed the soreness escalating all the way to the wrist. But figure that was the height of it. Livable..
Oh.. but the tale doesn't end there. 3 45 am I wake up.. I dont know why.. but as I slowly gain consciousness I feel a throbbing pain in my forearms. I get out of bed.. move my wrists around.. it seems to diminish. I make my way to the bathroom and attempt to pull my little Irishman out of my Hanes and actually mumble " F%$#&" loud enough for my wife to ask what's wrong . I said " my frickin forearms are sore as hell..I can barely get my underwear off".. she laughs.. I think briefly I fell out of love and thought I coukd do a better job than oj. But it was brief..
All day Sunday I did my best to keep the arm movement to a minimum.. eating ? I almost cried.. working my belt? I tinkled a little. Tying my shoe.. nope.. flip flops. Tried to do a chest workout. No go.. its too the point I feel the town shoukd have a telethon for me.
Today.. I tried stretching them.. lapsed briefly into a dream sequence.. I am typing using one thumb and am still tearing up..
One again gentleman...WRIST CURLS..
But the last two days have topped them all. So LATS you ask, what did you do that caused this new tortured pain so great that ibuprofen coukdnt touch it. ? So sore I literally have moaned out loud while watching cartoons because I didn't want to move to get the remote.
Was it squats.. nay.. was it deadlifts? .. nope.. did you do giant sets? Descending sets ? Rest pause?.. nope to all.. so what was it ???
WRIST CURLS...
Yep the dreaded wrist curl . I did bis and tris Friday. I never do forearms except for hammer curls. I never use wrist straps so my forearms always get a good workout.. they grow very easily.. so I've never ever trained them.. but I was bored.. so I plopped my ass down on a bench. Took a 35 pound dumbell.. and did a measly 3 sets of 20 wrist curls.. wasn't strenuous.. got a good pump.. showed my wife my beautiful veins and glories in my Popeye forearms..
Saturday I woke up to a twinge of soreness in the belly of the forearm.. felt good.. I was off training that day so i just relaxed. Saturday night I noticed the soreness escalating all the way to the wrist. But figure that was the height of it. Livable..
Oh.. but the tale doesn't end there. 3 45 am I wake up.. I dont know why.. but as I slowly gain consciousness I feel a throbbing pain in my forearms. I get out of bed.. move my wrists around.. it seems to diminish. I make my way to the bathroom and attempt to pull my little Irishman out of my Hanes and actually mumble " F%$#&" loud enough for my wife to ask what's wrong . I said " my frickin forearms are sore as hell..I can barely get my underwear off".. she laughs.. I think briefly I fell out of love and thought I coukd do a better job than oj. But it was brief..
All day Sunday I did my best to keep the arm movement to a minimum.. eating ? I almost cried.. working my belt? I tinkled a little. Tying my shoe.. nope.. flip flops. Tried to do a chest workout. No go.. its too the point I feel the town shoukd have a telethon for me.
Today.. I tried stretching them.. lapsed briefly into a dream sequence.. I am typing using one thumb and am still tearing up..
One again gentleman...WRIST CURLS..