Targeted T

D watched me put the planned manitizer on my thighs this morning and sang "goopy legs doodoodoodoodoo" to the tune of "Baby Shark."

Then he said "No wonder you're so good at wall sits, you put the testosterone right on your quads!"

(I am not that good at wall sits, but I don't hate them as much as he does.)

I smiled. "I don't always, you know," I said. "Sometimes I put it on my shoulders, upper arms. It's why my biceps are so good."