I got stuck in my shirt

This morning I got stuck in my shirt.. yes, as strange as it sounds, I got stuck in my shirt. A few years ago I used to train so hard that when I would get home, my muscles would be so depleted that I couldn't hold my cup or spoon, and my mom would stare at me like I'm crazy.. but my dad, having been an athlete himself, would understand and say 'ah, you over did it, naafit raft'.

I had forgotten how it feels to have muscles that fatigued, particularly because over the years as I became more accustomed to working out, I never really reached such levels of fatigue. But this morning I did.. yeah I know it sounds weird. After an intense bout of chest and tricep work, I came home to take a shower and whilst lifting up the bottom of my shirt over my head.. I became stuck and couldn't move my arms.. ahahah I had depleted all of the glycogen in my triceps it seems.. and for a moment I thought holy crap I am really stuck in my shirt.. I stood there for a good two minutes wiht my boxers and shirt stuck on me, wondering how pathetic of a situation this must be. Finally I managed to pull the shirt off.

-m