I've always gone in and out of workout routines. Spurred on by an unpleasant conversation with a doctor, I've been back on my boxing bullshit. Except this time around, I've been focusing on feeling and "exploration of my strength" more than the calories burned or how heavy the dumbbell was. And now, for the first time in my life, I can reliably touch my toes. I am 31 years old, and I can only just now do it without grimacing. STRETCH, people. It feels so good.
getting giggly over the smallest interactions with someone but also thinking you're so embracing and wanting to be lobotomised... actually this might be an anti rec.
I hate being late to work as much as the next guy but the frenzy panic and adrenaline I feel is not it. I'm gonna be late, the world keeps spinning, take a breath and just chill the heck out. i'll get there when I get there
