`Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the
house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Everyone was crushed from a high-volume leg training
session earlier that day and, since it was still too soon
for delayed-onset muscle soreness to make every
movement excruciatingly painful, they crashed hard.
There were no visions of sugar plums dancing in their
heads. These dedicated lifters would not waste their
carb intake so frivolously. But, like children of ALL
AGES, these guys were dreaming of what might be
found under their trees.
