Let’s say you take a long, schwetty bike ride.
Or you finally do that Zumba class in all its awkward, pelvic thrusting glory.
Or you complete a half mary.
Or you lift weights like your name’s Xena.
Or you pedal that elliptical so fast it’s like “dance like nobody’s watching,” but you’re at the gym so, clearly, everyone’s watching. (Do work, Rhonda. Do work.)
I’ll tell you what. You need a post-workout recovery drink, sister. And today, that’s just what I’ve got.