Omigosh I want to like my legs. My puffy jelly legs. I'm really trying to like them. And now, finally, I'm back to meeting them halfway. Get it?...Because they come up to my waist. So they...meet me...halfway...
I'm going to the gym again! I can say it as a progressive verb because I have gone more than once in the past week and intend to keep it up. Although my workouts give me the impression (realization?) that I have incredibly weak legs. I've always been the type to work out INTENSELY when I actually work out. I give 110% focus to my form, simply because I'd hate to waste time on inefficient, lazy postures. That being said, while in proper form, I damn near collapse after a set of squats. The feeling isn't pain, just a pure lack of ability. "Muscle failure" as the weight lifting kids call it. When I watch movies with chase scenes, I wonder how long I would actually be able to evade the zombie/serial killer/alien with these pathetic pistons of mine. Adrenaline would be my only hope.
I want to dedicate more time to leg exercises and endurance to see if any progress is made. I've already spent enough time googling my "condition" and finding WebMD articles that scare the shit out of me (I must have blood clots).
Agility and strength. Those would be delicious assets.
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