muscle memory is what they told us we needed to strengthen growing up. bad marketing. our muscles don’t have memory stored in them. our muscles are being controlled like a puppeteer with a billion arms mostly from our subconscious. but specifically the central nervous system. in milliseconds contracting and elongating our muscles. trying to steer you like the drunken toddler you are. there’s emotions you think you’ve handled that have taken a toll on a muscle group. already weakened from a normal virus you’ll never know you caught traveling back home from a bitcoin conference. you’re also dehydrated from Celsius and zyn, and the three scones two days ago you told yourself are “healthier than donuts.” so you throw your back out doing something you love to do. and think it’s because you overdid it. clearly you don’t have the enough of the memory inside the muscle. so you retire from whatever dumb hobby that made you happy. and you give yourself permission to “push things a little less.” stored in the subconscious. you move less.. and less.. slowly. overtime. reducing the number of days you have here on earth. what I’m saying is don’t let wives tales and trust me bro’s gatekeep the shape of your life when we’re in the age of enlightenment.