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Originally Posted by El Pancake
Sweat out that evil, hun.
Nothing brings you closer to Valhalla than that last set whilst hungover. The bar slipping your grip but you say "NAY! NOT TODAY, IRON" and you respond by locking out like the viking lord you strive to reveal yourself to be everyday. Light bends in on itself. Sweat melts into dry skin. The very chakra you're channeling to lift those stupid heavy weights rips through your chest and yells at you to not be a pussy. You finish. Reality returns. You look around and realize you control everything. Lifting or running whilst hungover. The touch of God.
You understand me? Quit bellyaching and embrace the sheer ridiculousness of the situation you put yourself in. YOLO.
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God that was powerful. And while I did indeed have that moment of clarity on the seated leg press....it took me 3 minutes to get into my car. I should just leave the evil alone next time maybe? I forget when I start moscow mulin :/
O.o
You've inspired me. Tomorrow morning I shall take a spinning class in your honor!