Let me tell you something that will be glaringly obvious to anyone with an ounce of common sense: weights are HEAVY. In that, they take a lot of effort to lift and move. For some reason this basic fact completely escaped me. In my mind I must have expected the weights to float into the apartment on gossamer wings or something. In reality the Nerd did 95% of the heavy lifting and then I was left with the task of unpacking and organizing everything. Even with that minimal contribution, however, I was working it - - my 45 pound plates weighed, well 45 pounds, and there's no getting away from the plain old mass of it all. As Henry Rollins (my rock star boyfriend*) says, "the iron never lies".
Here is the new equipment in all its glory, making friends with my existing gear.
I can't wait to do a proper weight training workout in here, but of course I will have to wait - - it is a long overdue rest day for me tomorrow (because it's been a while and my old knees are not what they once were), and then Thursday will be here soon enough with Mr. Fitness here to kick my butt. We shall see which of my new toys he feels like working with.
* Not really, but give me a call the next time you're in the T-dot, Henry. The Nerd will understand.