Beefcake
So. I was going to write a post about how I am starting to work out again at Lindsay Park. The point of the post was really to complain about: (a) how I went too hard the first time around, and (b) that my pecs hurt. Boring, really.
So, I thought I’d try to round up a great image for the post.
So I googled beefcake. And so my troubles began . . .
Anyway, I’ve done my worst for this post. There’s no image, Laura now suspects I’m gay, and my pecs hurt. Typical day.
