Parents came back on Friday night, not Saturday because their concept of "saturday at midnight" is ******** up.
Anyway, I had a twelve hour long training session at work. The TKD Master from Korea schooled our asses from 9 at night to 9 in the morning. Running, kicking, jumping, jumping kicks, spinning kicks, jumping spinning kicks ( who didn't see that one coming? ), teamwork drills and suicide runs. I think I did more running in that one night than I've done in the last 2 years. Jesus we ran so much. Needless to say that by the end of the session we were all pretty much dead to the world.
Got home at like 10 Saturday morning and slept for almost 12 hours. I can barely walk and my family is really ******** annoying. They keep mocking me and s**t. Sure, my dad may have been a mover at one point, but I doubt he had to move furniture or work his whole body for 12 hours, pushing it to the limit and beyond over and over again. But whatever.
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Strays
Sometimes it can feel so good to walk away from the straight and narrow path.
It can be good to be a stray.
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Sola Eternam
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