(No Longer) North of Foster, (Still) Left of Center
Monday, March 04, 2019
This is the crazed, shaky grimace of a man whose quads are screaming so loudly that his hip flexors are calling 911
Leg Day is here in all its fear-of-accidentally-tooting glory, and I’m not walking out of this gym until I’m physically unable to walk out of this gym.
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