The gym sent me an offer that allowed me to take a mate along this Friday, usually I ignore this stuff but this time I took advantage and got James down for a session.
It’s the first time ever a weights session has been as enjoyable as a climbing one, he pushed me to do so much more than usual and it turned into a monster session, with at least an hour being spent on the Smith machine alone.
On Saturday I woke up with an understandably sore chest. How come its always the chest that hurts and nothing else?
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