0600

Back, Biceps, five pounds more per exercise, whatever it takes.

0615

So much sweat pouring off of me. Floor is slick. Can’t see. Can hardly catch breath. Muscles screaming. Must … keep … going. I think of Freddy Care, screaming at me, laughing at me, mocking the kind of pathetic example I am. I am weak. I am old. I quit too easily. I’m nothing. I roar defiantly and push forward.

06tG

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0648

biceps feel like sausage cooking on a BBQ until splitting open. WWRD? I keep on going!

0700

I lean my back against the shower wall. It’s cold to the touch though the water is blissfully hot. I don’t care. I can’t lift my arms. I can’t feel my biceps. Literally. They’re numb. I’ve never experienced that before. Not sure if it’s a good thing. My back is throbbing from traps to lower, lats, mids and everything in between. Breath is returning slowly.

That was killer. I was the one who killed it.