On this sacred day, we gather to proclaim our devotion to the iron, the sweat, and the tears. For too long, we've been sedentary, our legs a-tremble with neglect. No more! Today, we take the Monday Mandate, and pledge to:
Three sets of twenty reps, no excuses. We'll squat until our legs are begging for mercy, until our glutes are aflame.
We'll lunge with reckless abandon, our feet pounding the floor like thunder in the night. No pain, no gain, we say! Unless you're doing it wrong, then it's just pain.
On this sacred day, we gather to proclaim our devotion to the iron, the sweat, and the tears. For too long, we've been sedentary, our legs a-tremble with neglect. No more! Today, we take the Monday Mandate, and pledge to:
Three sets of twenty reps, no excuses. We'll squat until our legs are begging for mercy, until our glutes are aflame.
We'll lunge with reckless abandon, our feet pounding the floor like thunder in the night. No pain, no gain, we say! Unless you're doing it wrong, then it's just pain.
We'll press, we'll pray, we'll repeat. The cycle of suffering, of progress. Our legs, they will be the envy of the land!
By the power of the Monday Mandates, we'll make our legs a wonder to behold!
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