I've been using free weights for some time, and have tried heavy weights, but hurt my back. My brother has never lifted weights in his life until yesterday. He joined a nearby Rex Center, and used the weight room with his friends. When he came back, my mom asked him what he did. He said he used "light weights"-55 lbs. for the chest, 20 lbs. for biceps, and 100 lbs. for the leg press, he claimed, because he didn't know how to add weight on the machine.
Seeing my brother start an exercise program gave me a mix of excitement and jealousy. I'm happy to see him active, but I'm also annoyed that he can use such heavy weights. It's a little bit of sibling rivalry, as foolish as it seems. This makes me want to give it another go with heavier weights. I know that he's a sixteen year old boy, and he's probably always going to be stronger than I am, but I want to at least be in able to keep up. I know how ridiculous it sounds; we should really be in competition with ourselves, but I don't think I can help the urge to compete. Even if I can't keep up, I'd like the satisfaction of knowing that I tried again.
Seeing my brother start an exercise program gave me a mix of excitement and jealousy. I'm happy to see him active, but I'm also annoyed that he can use such heavy weights. It's a little bit of sibling rivalry, as foolish as it seems. This makes me want to give it another go with heavier weights. I know that he's a sixteen year old boy, and he's probably always going to be stronger than I am, but I want to at least be in able to keep up. I know how ridiculous it sounds; we should really be in competition with ourselves, but I don't think I can help the urge to compete. Even if I can't keep up, I'd like the satisfaction of knowing that I tried again.