See, Christmas is THE time of magic, but unfortunately, the amount of that magic is equal to the amount of the bullshit.The salary is gone somewhere around 5th of December. Heartbreaks hurt twice as much. We get even more lonely, looking for the true connection that’s buried under tons of flashy Christmas decorations.
It was all fun and games until we realized that the wedding starts in less than three hours and: half of us is still on a business call / we are 20 kilometers away from the wedding venue / both of us look like some “hippy dudes going camping” / the “trousers situation” is still unresolved /we haven’t bought flowers yet / and we are pretty much behind any schedule we ever had
After three long days of being bunkered home due to severe cold, I finally left the house.
I had some errands to run, but the main selling point was that early in the morning I run out of a toilet paper, tissues, napkins and paper towels and was faced with the cruel reality of blowing my nose in a sock.I’ve tried that solution once; if you chose the right sock, it’s quite acceptable, but somehow you cannot look at that sock the same way ever again.
In a nutshell, CrossFit is a set of hell lot of weird and very tiring tortures (physical exercises), that will in many cases make you either puke (cardio) or die out of muscle fever (strength) – often simultaneously – which you are experiencing with a bunch of lunatics (other people, who signed up VOLUNTARILY) under supervision of the Satan (trainer).
I am a writer. I may not be the greatest writer in the world. As a matter of fact, I may not even be a good one. But I AM a writer nevertheless. My defining moments have passed already, and they’ll be passing over and over again until I decide to grab them. Lesson Learned, my friends: The defining moment becomes defining when you chose to make it as such.