I didn't think I'd keep with the strength training with the instructor (or PT, as most would call it) at the gym. But I did. There's no competition, except with myself to build strength and be consistent with the weekly training.
I've gotten my strength to a point in which I could comfortably (back) squat 60-kg, bench-press a half-decent 35-kg, deadlift 60-kg sumo and RDL. This is functional training. I could mop the floor on my knees and hands in peace, I could squat to sort out the dog and all. Ha!
At this age, it's no longer just about cardio. I need to keep my muscles. The stamina for cardio-things surprisingly comes easier when I get stronger too. I've shaved off my running time for 5km, unintentionally. This is my usual distance and I'm not keen to run any farther. In that same line, I'm not keen on doing any sort of group running or even join a Hyrox race. I'm not that hardworking.
What is annoying is my clothes. They're fitting differently. I'm still the same size, but walaoeh, the butt and the armpits can't quite fit. Say a UK8/US4 sleeveless dress — everywhere fits but I had to bring it to the tailor to alter the armholes — they were too tight. Hahahaha. My chest has somehow grown. Not boob size. But the pec muscles and lats have become solid. LOL The measuring tape tells me that my waist and hips are still the same circumference, but the glutes have grown. SO. I can't fit my current size for bottoms, but a size up is too big. AIYOH.
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