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Recovery Weekend

I always seem to be lazily active on the weekends - not so much actively lazy...I wish.

But I did get to stay in bed on Saturday until 4.30pm. I happen to avoid the gym on the weekends lately....it's not because I dislike working out on the weekends, but necause I just. dont. feel like it. As long as I get five days a week, I feel good....and keeping the diet tight. I'm good.

But if I were motivated enough on the weekends I would get my happy ass on the train and take the ride to the gym. But I'm not happy on the weekends - I'm sleepy.

But my quads are still on fire and my knees feel great from squats on Friday night!

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