Enzo
This is more like it. This is where I feel at home. The gym. I may not be able to do my usual workout with this damn cast still on my leg, but lifting these weights feels fu.cking amazing.
I've been pumping iron for the past two hours, arms, shoulders, back, stomach, and legs. Whoever said you can't lift weights with a cast on your ankle wants shooting.
All right, waiting a few weeks for the rest of me to heal helped, but I needed this. This is helping me clear my damn head right now.
"You're a crazy motherfucker," I smirk at Freddy while placing the weight bar back on the stand. "You shouldn't even be walking around on that damn ankle, let alone..."
"Give it a rest, Fred. I've got a busted ankle; there's nothing wrong with the rest of me."
With a shrug of his broad shoulders, h
