May Brodin forgive me

Allmighty Brodin, forgive me, for the mighty Brosiden's flooding of my roads has forced me to skip the swoliest of days: legs. On the morrow, before the sun, I shall journey to your Iron Temple, that I may beg your forgiveness with the 5x5, and again, after I complete my tasks at the sports libation station. Hail the Allspotter!