I would show you my sweat stains from this morning’s bike session, but that would be impossible. Why? Because my pit stains bled into my under-boob sweat, which bled into my belly sweat, which bled into my back sweat.
Not a dry stitch on my top! I’m soaked through. Sometimes I impress myself with my ability to secrete water and urea.
So instead I shall show you my, “HEY! Maybe I almost have some arm muscle?” shot.
Still no love for the bike. I caught myself feeling treadmill envy today, and I HATE treadmills. C'est la vie.