I went to the gym, got a good lift in, and while walking back, I randomly decided to go to the track for a run, since, well, I don’t really run much anymore (or at all). After a good warm-up and a few laps, I spontaneously decided to time my mile.
a kickass workout day. It’s been a bitch scheduling it into my summer schedule but it feels damn good to push myself again.
Definitely got to relieve a good amount of stress, and it’s something that’s been bottling up for awhile; hopefully I can get back into being consistent. Seeing as how these next few months are gonna pan out, I’m gonna need it.
I had just arrived at the gym when it struck, and I happened to be in the middle taking a piss. Yeah. I thought somebody was going HAAAM on the deadlifts, but alas. Kept my control tho, thankfully.
And then they issued a mandatory evacuation of the gym, so we had to wait outside for a good 15-20min whilst they checked to make sure it was safe to go back inside.
Sure enough, they issued the all clear, and we all proceeded to go back into the gym to carry on with our workouts.
I felt the urge to take a pre-workout poop, so I went into stall to take care of business. And then a motherfucking strong-ass aftershock struck. Yeah. Not fun. Very awkward.
I took that one as a sign not to work out, and considering the high likelihood of more noticable aftershocks in the coming hour, I decided it was safest to just go home. Not trying to drown or have the pool floor crack beneath me, nawmsayin’.
But yeah man, that earthquake + afterschock experience. Pretty interesting.
Open, Blunt, and sometimes even uncomfortable conversations,
I live for those. So many interesting ideas get exchanged, and you tend to learn a few interesting perspectives on certain aspects of life. The tension is real, and it adds a unique dimension of excitement to the conversation.