Tonight we did Power Legs. It was all jumping and squatting... and just when you thought it was time to end it and stretch your shit out, Sean T makes you do 5 minutes and 30 seconds of pulse squatting whilst holding a weight.
|I'm pretty sure he is the devil.|
Seriously, motherfuckers, I'd rather give birth again than repeat that shit next week. Tomorrow is some other horrible workout. But I promise to post at some point with a real one. Because by tomorrow, although I wont be able to feel my legs, the feeling in my arms should be back.
Hugs! (Though not with my arms... I'll just kind of awkwardly lean into you... and you could lean into me... just don't touch any of my muscles.)