Lifting weights and I are just getting our start in the world.

When I ran in college, we would go through a weight machine rotation twice a week. Basically, we would sit on 20 different arm or leg machines for 30 seconds each before our coach yelled, “Switch!” I would half-ass the moves, not really challenging myself to increase the weight, or caring much about form. The lifts were always scheduled on half-mile repeat days, so I was pretty much dead tired anyway.

Maybe I will look like this one day...doubtful.

Maybe I will look like this one day…doubtful.

Now that I’ve moved to Vietnam, and there are no weekend 5k’s to train for, I find that my workouts are shifting to have more of a weight focus. And you know something…

I am loving it!

My body burns calories quicker, stays in shape longer, and I actually feel strong. Solid. Like you wouldn’t be able to tip me over as easily. (Well, maybe you could after a few 50 cent beers…got to love ‘nam.)

Plastic chair place...for 50 cents you can sit on the street all night.

Plastic chair place…for 50 cents you can sit on the street all night.

Yesterday, I completed this heart pumping arm lift. I like how there are moves to get my heart rate up in-between sets. Things got tough in the 15 reps, but once I hit that last set of 5, I felt like I was home free. Not to mention jelly-armed.

Heart Up Lift Up

Reader Question: Do you lift weights? Do you enjoy it / see the benefits or dislike / avoid it?