My car was stolen. (Sort of…)

It was a long business meeting, a fun-filled event that made pulling out your own hair kind of appealing.  By the time our torture finally ended, I was famished and suggested lunch.  This was surprising considering how much bull shit we were fed.  We stopped at the mall and had salad and bagels and steak.  My two esteemed colleagues wanted to pop into the pharmacy, where you find an array of things to pop and left me with the bill.  Hence the reason why I really, really, really like them.

After relinquishing some hard-earned cash, I picked up my wallet and phone.  I would have picked up my keys too, but realised they were missing in action.  After searching for them underneath, on top, behind and through the table, it dawned on me that they must have fallen out of my pocket.  Karma was pissed of with me.  I was succumbed by a mild wave of panic, which included a flustered face and elevated heartbeat.

I retraced my steps into the parking area, looking down like I was the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Continue reading

I need to get it off my chest

funny fit motivation #22

Like trying to lift the bar after having a failed attempt at bench press without a spotter.  Just because you’ve added a tad too much weight as a result of feeling much younger than the middle-age you are, only to realise that feeling younger doesn’t necessarily constitutes being younger.  Not like that’s ever happened to me. I’m  just saying one might be pressurised to stretch yourself when all the people around you are so fittin’ buff.

There is this gym I go to.  A lovely airconditioned venue with a pool and machines and everything.  A wonderful place where crazy people like me, choose to put their bodies through all types of torture.  We even pay a monthly membership to be able to do so.  It’s like that place Tom Cruise stumbled  upon in “Eyes wide shut” but without the masks.  And the sex.  And the hot woman.  It’s basically not like that place at all, if only for the excess bodily fluid. Continue reading