I rode this bitch today:

It is called the Prone Leg Curl, works the hamstrings, and, like the picture depicts, involves laying prone on the pads with your legs engaged. The legs start straight, bend upwards towards the butt, then back to the start.

I put the pin in the 50 pound weight but could barely lift my legs without busting something so I moved the pin up the stack to 30 like a chump. I played with the dial and ended up around 35-45 pounds (I still don’t know how to read the dial increments).

Today is a cardio day, so instead of doing the usual 3 sets of 10, I just do a solid 20 (at a slightly higher weight) and move to the next machine. I got halfway before my brain decided to mind fuck me. I stopped and dropped my head straight down between my arms to argue with myself.

It wasn’t until I saw some feet walk past me that I remembered that I was positioned with my ass straight up in the air. I must have been quite a sight all limp and bent over. I do not care.

I gathered myself, perked up, and did 10 fucking more.