Your body hates muscles.
All it takes is a minor bicycle crrrrrrash to convince a person of that. Even before you get off the ground, your body has set your muscles to screaming like a bunch of schoolgirls in a Haunted House. And then for weeks afterwards you have to keep a sharp eye on things. While you're drifting in a warm wash of pain pills, your body is slicing out one muscle after another and sending it to the glue factory.
You may never be quite the same.
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