Amy woke up with a dilemma.

Should she skip leg day? Actually, should she even have leg day at all this month?

It's called biceptember after all. Surely she should focus on her upper body?

Well, strictly speaking, taking it entirely literally would mean focusing only on her biceps.

And she'd seen the guys who'd done that and almost died from secondhand embarrassment.

So it had to be leg day.

Some yoga to start, stretching things out, pushing on tables that made worrying groaning sounds until either her hamstrings released or she lost another bit of furniture.

Followed by... well, everything. Leg stuff was a bit easier to work into a daily routine.

Grab the hundred pound squat bar and squat a bit while watching TV.

Squat a bit while watching the soup...

Squat her way down the halls...

A lot of squats really. Hey, her thighs had been HUGE once, and she never needed a knife for the watermelons.

She also did lunges and bridges in various forms. She wasn't a complete monomaniac... those just waited for the actual weight room.

And maybe a few clamshells in bed.