Factory shift smashed. Got a nasty pump moving parts all day. Time to trade the steel-toed boots for lifting shoes. Let's grow.

Arena went absolutely insane tonight. Your energy was next level. We didn't just play a show, we owned that stage. Time for a post-show pump.

Sun's out, guns out for a pier walk. Good to get some sea air after a brutal session.

This king-size bed feels more like a twin when you're my size. Feet hanging off the end. Oh well, time to find the iron.

Trying to enjoy a coffee but pretty sure these tiny chairs weren't designed for anyone with lats.