By rights I should skip posting today. I’m beyond dead tired. Dry corned beef was the highlight of my day, and I’m still devastatingly sore from a 30-minute workout two days ago. The Muse just isn’t there.
Lactic acid is the bane of my existence right now.
So yeah, it’s gonna be another one of those short, cheesy posts.
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It’s Friday. I’m still sore and north of 275 pounds. Still, any day I manage to stay out of
Jackson’s is a good day.
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