It is the weekend, I am exhausted. I need time to relax. This is what weekends were built for.
In reality with my height and agility I should be a fantastic goalkeeper. In practice, I’m actually a terrible keeper. Imagine a tree slowly falling over, then imagine that tree with my face. Now you have perfectly visualized my goalkeeping abilities. I make a better Ent from LOTR than I do a G/K.
These days I’ve stopped bulking and resumed my usual routine, which is way too much cardio and not enough calories. So, I’m effectively cutting again, getting lean and mean. I wasn’t exactly “big” before, but I’m definitely feeling pretty lean these days. I’m down at 197 lbs and I suspect I will see the return of my abs in the next few weeks.
After going to the gym, and then soccer for 3 hours, my body has finally admitted defeat. It begged for the sweet release of sleep. Half a dozen aches in various places, and a handful of new bruises. Such is the way of how I do. Go hard, go home, and then do it all again.