Yeah, no, the testosterone increase must've come within the last year, 'cause digging wet leaves out of gutters and wrestling them around in wheely bins to put on Blueberry Hill last winter wouldn't take me out sore for days after and then endowed with new muscles like doing the same for Strawberry Ridge does this one
Is kind of breathtaking how much my mind and body have basically been on autopilot towards my ideal lately, but I guess that’s what happens when the universe keeps trying to kill me with curses with a fucking INT save