A simple poem about swinging iron and loving bagels...
I wake up early, before the sun's rays,
Eager to start my iron-flipping days.
I down a bagel, lathered with schmear,
To fuel my muscles as training is near.
I arrive at the gym, ready to flex and grow,
But first eat my pre-workout bagel in tow.
Then it's time to lift, I approach the rack,
Eating bagels makes big weight a snack!
After I train, all worn out and sore,
I refuel with a post-workout bagel once more.
Oh mighty bagel, so doughy and dense,
You make gains possible and muscle breakdown commence.
With my trusty bagels, I know when it calls
I'll keep eating them through cuts, bulks, and falls.
They load me with fuel, give me strength when I lack,
So I'll never quit bagels or cease hitting the rack!
My swolemate bagels help me endure the pain,
All for the love of muscle mass gain!
So I'll keep munching, while counting each macro,
Through lifts, box jumps, and all cardio!
