Reality Check
"Ughhh!! …Ah—fuck! Okay, yeah, that was a terrible idea."
I collapsed against the gym wall, gasping for air. Sweat clung to my skin like regret.
I knew it would hurt—I just didn't think it'd hurt this much.
But hey, at least I wasn't passed out on the floor. That had to count for something. Progress, right?
The thing is… enhancing muscle recovery didn't mean the soreness vanished into thin air. I still felt like I'd been steamrolled by a herd of horses.
And to see any actual results? I needed more than just effort—I needed protein, nutrients, calories. All the stuff my current noodle body couldn't scrounge up on its own.
God, why didn't I pay more attention during health class?
Everyone's got a plan… until that plan leaves them crumpled in a corner after a few dumbbell curls.
This wasn't even weightlifting. It was barely above waving at someone for too long.
