Perhaps it's because of my focus, but exercise makes me cheerfully homicidal. Rah rah takes the cheer out of the equation.
Of course, I can barely take compliments too. They have to be absolute. Being better than
you
expected just makes me think you're a moron. And I don't want to be trained by a moron.
That having been said, I was a selectively rah rah instructor and improv critiquer-and got shit from people who thought everyone should be taught the same. So there's little winning to be had.
Matilda is the bestest.
Zen, yeah. Crossfit, from what I hear, is big into rah rah and nsm into creature comforts. Very bare bones and shit. That's why I told you to trust your body, Crossfit trainers only have to do a weekend's thingy to get certified.
OK, so I actually moved 8.5 months ago. But still! It seems like it's been about three weeks!
I knew it wasn't a year 'cause you and Steve moved about the same time. Dork.
More than 6 months = almost a year, in my head.
You guys never move for me because you all live in my head.
Cash, I'm afraid that is rather dismissive of the Buffistas. Clearly everyone lives in my laptop.
Are you kidding?! If these people would spend even some of the energy that they spend on these comic books, reading the Bible, well no high hopes here.
There'd be a shit ton more bible slash, for one thing. So there's that.
Zen, how shitty. I am so happy with my new gym that I've actually been twice. (Hey, this is good for me.) Because it is a no staff gym - you get a code that unlocks the door. And the equipment is pretty limited, so there's almost never anyone there. Perfect! No one (for me to imagine) judging me for how hard I work or how long I stay.
Also, I'm almost 40, given that I'm closer to 40 than 30.
Jesse, you're a crack up.