secretFinally did an upper body workout yesterday. I can barely lift my arms to type. I love to feel sore, in a sick sort of way. It feels like I’ve done something. Hooray! However, driving might be an issue. Goodness me, though, seriously my lats? I hardly did anything. GeezLaWeez! I’m smiling through the wincing. Every time I move, I’m reminded that I’m building bad-ass muscle. Right now. Inside, under my layer of … uh… insulation, there’s some changing going on. It’s subtle. Nobody knows but me.

And you, now. It’s a bad-ass, muscle massing secret. Just so you know. Shhh. (it)

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