Let me state right now that I am the most unathletic person in the world. Even if I didn’t have a disability, I would be that way, because, well, to be honest, faced with the option of working out or sleeping? I’d be sleeping.
Just recently, I’d become unenthused about life in general, complaining to myself wasn’t working, so I had a brainwave of heading back to the gym … yeah, I know the sloth in me must have been in a coma that day. Read more: Gym

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