Vincent Maseko
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Accused of cheating on leg day

EFFORT  gym — legs

Tuesday. Leg day. My favourite. And today my gym crew looked me dead in the eye and basically accused me of cheating.

In fairness to them, they had a point. Leg day is my day — the one where I show up ready to go to war. But today I went in with legs already tight from three days of running and lifting, and my body quietly decided we’d be taking it easy whether my ego agreed or not. So I did what any dignified athlete does when he’s secretly pacing himself: I talked too much. I socialized. I found “clever” reasons for slightly longer rests between sets. I was, in their words, “finding ways to take longer breaks.”

They were not fooled. “Chief, you’re messing around today.”

But here’s my favourite moment. There’s this machine — looks and feels like a leg press, but plate-loaded, the kind that lets you really stack it on. And on that one, I went hard. Full effort. Which my crew immediately clocked: “Chief, did you just go harder on this one while slacking on the others?”

And I said: “Bro, my coach says the Comrades down-run is won on strong quads, and my running route is mostly downhill, so I need these babies to be strong.”

Silence. Possibly respect. Possibly they just didn’t want to argue with a man citing sports science mid-set. Either way — victory.

(For the record, this is actually true. Downhill running batters the quads more than anything, and strong quads are what stop your legs falling apart on the descents. So I wasn’t just deflecting. I was deflecting with evidence.)

The grand finale: by the end my legs were pure Christmas jelly. I could not walk down the gym stairs like a functioning adult. It was so undignified, and I was so distracted by the business of remaining upright, that I completely forgot to stop my watch.

It is still, as far as my watch is concerned, the greatest workout of my life. Duration: 2 hours, 5 minutes, 38 seconds. A monument to a man who couldn’t find the stop button because his quads had resigned.

Strong quads for the down-run, though. That’s the story and I’m sticking to it.