I usually have an innate ability to know when my gym is completely empty so I pretty much always work out alone. But I just survived a self-esteem slaughterhouse of a workout surrounded by six 20something guys who were not only all insanely muscular but they all knew each other and all talked to each other and completely ignored the old guy who was slowly being transported back to The Land of Crippling High School Insecurities.
But I used it to push myself through a more brutal than normal arm workout. And then I rushed to the safety of my car to photograph the proof of it before my pump deflated.
Getting old can really mess with you sometimes.
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