If I could go back in time I would focus less on arms/pecs/abs (the bro-plan) at the gym in the time leading up to med school & devote more time to my chicken legs. Not a lot, just enough to make them less tender-esk. When I go to the gym now I only want to do my favorite things, because I can't go as often, and I hate legs, so I don't do legs, which is exacerbating the chicken-ness of my breast-like legs. Sometimes I worry if someone might mistake my lower extremities as a wish bone whils't testing the internal/external rotation of my hip joint in OS lab, & alas, on that day, I will never be able to work legs again. For my wishbone-esk, poultry-looking' legs will be functional no more. I imagine I'd still go to the gym after this, but I'd be in a wheel chair while I recover, & what would I do at the gym? Correct. Not legs. This would even further exacerbate the problem.
Fastforward 15 years from now, I'm the head neurosurgeon at Harvard university. & this isn't surprising, because after the merger the DO's took over the medical world. Nobody knows what MDs are anymore. MD who? MD what? Anyways, I'm on a 10 hour surgery & my frail chicken legs snap from the the 15 years of continued neglect. Luckily, my now massive arms I have been working on since before medical school broke my fall & I proceeded to use them in place of my legs (much like spongebob squarepants at muscle beach), but unfortunately, I obliterated the brain aneurysm of the patient I was working on. He dies within minutes.
Afterwards, I put down the scalpel - the stethoscope too - & retire to Ft. Lauderdale, FL, where all the elderly of the United States go to die. But I'm not a happy elderly person, I'm a sad one. Because I am a disgraced neurosurgeon & it's all because I didn't lift legs the 6 months leading up to medical school.
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