Day 4 of Volatile.
The natives are growing restless. At first they were accommodating, showing little fear of the giant pale face. Then the clanging began. Clouds of chalk dust surrounded his massive form, spots of blood spattered the abs platform as he hoisted unimaginable, bar bending weight into the air, only to send it crashing back down. Doesn't he know this is taboo? That the great God Weider commands light weight and repetitions to failure? Their customs are broken, their women enamored with this new comer. He must be expelled.
Seriously though, good workout today. Some good energy and a little of the face tingles from Volatile. Energy and motivation stayed high, good recovery.
Anastas Dimitar Martin