I confess that today’s “easy cardio” was a 50 mile round trip bike ride, for the sake of going on a date - which was, itself, a hike.
I confess that I almost passed out on the side of the road, with a 97 degree heat index on the way out (and a severe thunderstorm on the way back).
I confess that I made it home past midnight, with a carton of eggs I bought at ~23:00, to down the 1.5 Lbs of meat that I still owe Mr. Wendler (and sushi, and chocolate milk).
I confess that there’s about eight hours between the end of the biking and the start of my next BTM lifting session.
I confess that getting told my chest makes a good pillow is a strong endorsement of the 100-200 dips in said program.
I confess that I have absolutely no regrets, and that being a teenager with zero real-world responsibilities is fucking awesome.