They see me rollin’, they laughin’


The only one hatin’ is me.

I don’t have a foam roller, so I make do with what I’ve got on hand. Courtesy of Monday’s heavy squats, a nice case of DOMS settled in. I spent lunch doing a ghetto foam roll with my medicine ball.

Nobody said I was the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but, damn, did it bust the fuck out of those knots and adhesions.  Hurt like a bitch, too.

I also re-discovered that I suck at jumping rope, but did three one-minute sessions anyway.

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