With the running I’ve been doing these past few months, I’ve been negligent in allowing the resultant lactic acid buildup to overstay its welcome in my upper thighs. I’ve tried stretches and a large but ungainly foam tube to work it out, unsuccessfully. But not anymore. With a simple rolling pin and some clenched teeth I decided it was high time to exorcise that demon juice squattin’ in my quads. And for lack of a legitimate topic I figured I’d share it with you. Oh, but it hurts so good…
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