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poisonous fuel

I did NOT wanna workout yesterday. It was to-the-last-second-whimpering-and-whining kinda not wanting to go. I was just tired.

but I did. I ran to a deli across the street, grabbed the only acceptable energy drink they had in their cooler, swallowed it in one gulp and watlzed to NYSC 91st and 3rd - my new favorite spot to do legs (shh dont tell anyone).

I like to workout my legs when I know I abused my body with food or alcohol in previous days.

I met up Friday night with an old friend and spent hours catching up - my heart burst with love and spirits were high....and overflowing....and tasted of citrus and mint and tequila and whatever the hell is in the Pegu Club at Weatherup. Siiiigh I friggin love cocktails.

But really....if youre reading this - I LOVE YOU!! And I'm grateful <3.

Then Saturday night was one turned two to three to maybe four? This weekend was a wash. Ugh.

So Sunday (yes, I was sick to death on Saturday) I decided to burn up my legs.

I almost lost the tidbits of the klondike krunch bar I shared in Central Park while biking, hours earlier.

On the MaxRack:

Deadlifts 5x13 (standing on a box)
Front Squat 4x15 superset with Steps up with kick (20 per side); at the end of each side grab pullup bar for 3 pullups
Wide Leg Squat 4x15
Standing Hamstring curl 4x13 each side



I was heavily fueled by getting my body back to normal after dousing it with fermented juices two nights in a row.The workout was fast, efficient and kicked my literal ass. Well, if my foot could reach back there it wouldve been kicked - by me.

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