The happy place

See now that many of my recent posts have been rants and I’m not usually this angry I better do some soul searching to find inner peace. I ought to go for a run or something. I used to go fitness dancing. I miss doing that. It’s the toughest type of training I’ve ever done, cause you don’t set the pace yourself; you follow the choreography and therefore blood will run out of your nose and you’ll feel like fainting and you’ll slip in your own sweat and you’ll feel like you radiate heat and once there was this guy he had a prosthetic arm which flew away across the room, with Dua Lipa blasting out the speakers!!

Another memory is of a guy wearing shorts, he had legs like tree trunks, real thick and muscular like a fortress on two solid pillars: A fitness golem. (A beautiful sight)

in a mirror I saw that.