Took Turkestrone before gym.
Accidentally conquered the squat rack, set up camp, and issued taxes on anyone curling within a 3-metre radius.
Mid-deadlift the Turkish national anthem starts playing in my head like it’s an official soundtrack.
Honestly not sure what’s in it, but after two scoops I swear I felt the spirit of 16th century Turkish cavalry enter my bloodstream—and they immediately asked where the pre-workout is stored.