“I literally just put a lidocaine patch on my ass cheek so I could actually finish cleaning this house without limping.”
Yes. That is an actual text I sent to a friend yesterday.
Why? Because I’ve been going really fucking hard for 3 days straight and my body hates me.
Real talk though, I forgot that no one knows about my past injuries. You can’t see them, so nobody is aware but I have permanent damage in my back and knee. And no I’m not just sore from working out, that soreness has got nothing on this kind of pain. Continue reading “Where There is a Will There is a Way”