Oh My God, What Happened to My Arms!?!

Ah, college. A wonderful time to explore new challenges, test your limits, and find out who you really are. But for me, at least when it came to working out, it was too much of a challenge, my limits were incredibly restrictive, and I really am a wimp.

I'm not even sure how the whole thing happened -- probably some guy who lived on my hall asked me to go work out with him, and there must have been some girl there I was trying to impress, otherwise I never would've agreed to it in the first place. Regardless of how it happened, I somehow found myself in the most out of character places for me to be -- the student recreation center, with a (purported) intent to work out for the first time in my life.

Lucky for me, the guy from my dorm knew what he was doing, so he saved me the further embarrassment of looking like I didn't know what I was doing. Instead, I just followed him around and drastically reduced the amount of weight from what he was using to what I thought I could handle.

And he didn't take it easy on me either. We worked out hard. Pull-up machine, bench press, butterflies, dumbbells -- you name it, we did it. I left, not feeling any manlier, but mostly just gross -- as is true in almost every gym, I imagine, not everyone adhered to the "towel off the machine after you use it rule," and I was not down with the amount of other people's sweat I surely had absorbed.

The next morning when I woke up, I had put my gym experience behind me. I hopped down from the top bunk, grabbed by shower bucket and headed off to the shower before class. I grabbed my shampoo, put some in my hands, reached up to wash my hair and OH MY GOD WHY ARE BY ARMS BURNING WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHY DOES IT HURT THAT BAD!??!?!?!?!?? I had no idea why, but I couldn't raise my arms higher than parallel with the ground. I was panicked -- I didn't know what could have caused this, not knowing that working out for the first time ever was going to make my muscles feel like they had burning daggers in them for a week.

Needless to say, the guys on the hall made fun of me. Needless to say, I didn't go back to the gym either.