Leg day is even less fun with a torn ACL.
You’d think I’d use this as an excuse to skip it.
If I weren’t scared of my leg totally atrophying I wouldn’t bother with legs. But I am. So we did it. Yes, Vegas even came to the gym with me.
I’m not “leg day.”
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I have chicken legs.
I’d skip leg day every time if I could… but I don’t.
In my defense, my legs have made some huge improvements over the past few years. HUGE thanks to my Atlanta trainer for torturing helping me with a great leg workout nearly every Monday for 3 years.
But now I’m on my own in San Diego. I need motivational help… so I turned to clothes. Those Nike Pro shorts I picked up at DICK’s make my quads feel better. (Ok, not really… but I get excited to wear them to the gym.)
My birthday DICK’s Sporting Goods gift card has been well-used. Their layout makes it all-too-easy to find alllll the things. I even got a new sports bra, which is basically unheard of for me. (Side note: this Nike sports bra is the best sports bra I’ve purchased since I got boobs.)
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Who loves leg day?
Not. Me.
Leg day is my least favorite. It’s why I always do it with my trainer. He pushes me harder than I would push myself, and it’s like a mini-therapy session. My least favorite thing in the WORLD are Hack Squats. I’s rather do 25 reps of something (I also hate volume) than do Hacks.
You may have seen the pic below on Instagram or Facebook. I call it “The Hack Squat: A Hate Story.” In my face you can see my progression from determination to “I might puke” to… the “poop” face.
Because misery loves company, I brought along my baby sister, Madison. If you have siblings, you know that everything is a competition. I won. Not only did she admit that I’m stronger, but we also compared butts.
31 year old vs. 23 year old butt. Just sayin’…
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