Leon’s dreams of being an actual athlete were shattered when he realised that when it came to actual sport, he sucked worse than a bucktoothed Amish girl with braces.
He personified an uninspiring motivational quote on an unsuccessful person’s timeline. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention in Sports Science, he might have wormed his way into physiotherapy by now.
Alas, Leon’s boner for gainz swoled up like the attention sponge used to soak up the approval of everyone else who believes a gym membership gives you the right to give unsolicited updates on your fucking abs.
Leon also struggles with the difference between a sponsorship and owning a protein shaker. He would like you to believe that the Mutated Nation protein shaker he holds up in ⅓ of his photos in part of a sponsorship deal, but in reality, he is sponsored by a part-time job at a sports apparel outlet and his parent’s fleeting generosity.
Feeling inspired? Probably not, but Leon has the medicine for what ails ya: a gym selfie cocktail with a dash of motivational quote, a hint of smug and a squeeze of desperation for a local supplements store to notice him:
“Leon has checked in at Fitness First: sorry if my gym check-in reminds you of how lazy you are 😛 Just playing *dumb fuck emojis* Today is legs day, never forget legs day *more dumb fuck emojis* #swole #gainz #helifts #fitspo #abs #yamirin #legsday”.
Then, just when you were feeling so inspired you were going to climb Mount Cunt-erest, he hits ya with a motivational quote, you didn’t even have to pay for his seminar!
“For me lifting is like water, it flows through me, and I need it to grow. So stop wanting to be the person you want to be and flourish into the person you want to be. Also, creatine powder from my boys at bulging blue vein supplements, go see Karl he’ll sort you out.”
Where to begin. Firstly, he sounds like a fucking plant, and secondly, most of us have already taken this advice, by at least not being the person that he is.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t get many likes on his Instagram post. He is the fucking LeBron James of average weights techniques, how dare people not notice.
So it’s on to plan b: the meal prep shot. His mother has grown to despise meal prep day because that is the day all her expensive Tupperware is used to demonstrate the athleticism of portioning boiled chicken and broccoli.
“Abs are made in the kitchen. Real champions plan ahead and eat right #mealprep #protein #portion #mumstupperware #ispent5hoursonthispost #steamedchickentastelikeshit”
Christ, Leon is going for gold at the Olympics of delusion. Alas, the only event he has a shot in is the shirtless, 5-pinga shelving medley at some turbo infested music festival.
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