Put on my sleeveless flannel shirt, cut off Daisy dukes, Timberland shoes, Parillo belt and my AnimalPak do rag and go train hamstrings in the gym. Then come back home, eat my plain baked chicken breasts and brown rice while posting on Getbig about why Dorian is better than Ronnie, while sipping on water from my gallon jug.
Then set the alarm to go off in 3 hours for my next meal so I won't go catabolic and swallow a handful of BCAAs for GH release while I take a nap to recover from my workout.
I live life on the edge
