To make a long and stupid story short... I did a great leg workout before the August long weekend, and then that weekend hyperextended my sore leg and my knee buckled. I can kind of walk now, but it's not great.
So I saw my doc this week. We chatted a bit about movies and he mentioned one where "some of the people were just fat and happy on an island." (Damn my bad memory for forgetting the flick!!)
I told the doc I won't be able to go to the gym for a while and I'm going to end up fat and happy. He chuckled. That's practically permission, right?
So I saw my doc this week. We chatted a bit about movies and he mentioned one where "some of the people were just fat and happy on an island." (Damn my bad memory for forgetting the flick!!)
I told the doc I won't be able to go to the gym for a while and I'm going to end up fat and happy. He chuckled. That's practically permission, right?
