Cliffs at bottom of post
Just had one of those experiences that really makes you think. Let me explain…
Holidays are always hard when you are alone, etc (Insert generic poor me bullshit here) but whatever. Basically, motivation in all parts of life have been going down, feel sorry for yourself, you know, all that weak baby shit.
Anyways,
Location: Toronto -> -5 degrees, snowing...
I was out doing my cardio today (for the hawt abz of course) and just doing my own thing. Then, I got to an intersection (Spadina and Dundas if anyone local is reading) and had to wait to cross the street. I see a small crowd, so I assume they were around a street busker (very common here) I turned around to check it out for a minute, and do you know what I saw?
A guy with 4 knubs (not trying to be rude, but I don't know what the real term for them is)- arms cut off above the elbow and legs cut off before the knees, in a t-shirt playing an electric keyboard. Thats right, everyone is out wearing big jackets and hats (I was wearing a sweatshirt with layers, etc) and this guy is out on the corner in a t-shirt playing an electric piano…
At first I was like "WTF?" and didn't really know what to think of it. The pedestrian signal turned green and I crossed the street. I thought that was the end of it.
But, as I continued to walk, I started to rage a little. Here I am, with my work kind of slipping, not reaching my fitness or income related goals, sleeping upwards of 9 hours per day and feeling sorry for myself because I have no one around me for the holidays. And then, there is this guy, who was in pretty "poor" shape I guess you could say, out in the cold with his disability rocking out, probably raking more cash than I am and seeming to have a good time while doing it (He was smiling the whole time, I don't know if he was lit up or what but that's beside the point)
Just thinking about that for my last 10km of cardio really did something to me I think. I got home to my apartment (which my parents still pay for - I am a 22yr old university student, WTF I know...) and just went ape shit. I turned my heater off, I threw out everything from my fridge and only kept my whey powder, ground beef and psyllium husk, turned my mattress on it's side so I can't sleep there anymore, and ripped the cord off the back of my cable box.
I have decided it's time to stop acting like a baby and start rockin' shit. How will it go? Only time will tell. This will either end in success beyond my wildest dreams or epic fail, with me either freezing or starving to death. Will update with results eventually....
That is all - I just wanted to share that with everyone.
Happy Holidays
Cliffs - In process of acquiring teh hawt abz, I saw a quadruple knubbed street busker balling harder than I was - went ape shit, destroyed half of my apartment, committed to changing my life...
Just had one of those experiences that really makes you think. Let me explain…
Holidays are always hard when you are alone, etc (Insert generic poor me bullshit here) but whatever. Basically, motivation in all parts of life have been going down, feel sorry for yourself, you know, all that weak baby shit.
Anyways,
Location: Toronto -> -5 degrees, snowing...
I was out doing my cardio today (for the hawt abz of course) and just doing my own thing. Then, I got to an intersection (Spadina and Dundas if anyone local is reading) and had to wait to cross the street. I see a small crowd, so I assume they were around a street busker (very common here) I turned around to check it out for a minute, and do you know what I saw?
A guy with 4 knubs (not trying to be rude, but I don't know what the real term for them is)- arms cut off above the elbow and legs cut off before the knees, in a t-shirt playing an electric keyboard. Thats right, everyone is out wearing big jackets and hats (I was wearing a sweatshirt with layers, etc) and this guy is out on the corner in a t-shirt playing an electric piano…
At first I was like "WTF?" and didn't really know what to think of it. The pedestrian signal turned green and I crossed the street. I thought that was the end of it.
But, as I continued to walk, I started to rage a little. Here I am, with my work kind of slipping, not reaching my fitness or income related goals, sleeping upwards of 9 hours per day and feeling sorry for myself because I have no one around me for the holidays. And then, there is this guy, who was in pretty "poor" shape I guess you could say, out in the cold with his disability rocking out, probably raking more cash than I am and seeming to have a good time while doing it (He was smiling the whole time, I don't know if he was lit up or what but that's beside the point)
Just thinking about that for my last 10km of cardio really did something to me I think. I got home to my apartment (which my parents still pay for - I am a 22yr old university student, WTF I know...) and just went ape shit. I turned my heater off, I threw out everything from my fridge and only kept my whey powder, ground beef and psyllium husk, turned my mattress on it's side so I can't sleep there anymore, and ripped the cord off the back of my cable box.
I have decided it's time to stop acting like a baby and start rockin' shit. How will it go? Only time will tell. This will either end in success beyond my wildest dreams or epic fail, with me either freezing or starving to death. Will update with results eventually....
That is all - I just wanted to share that with everyone.
Happy Holidays
Cliffs - In process of acquiring teh hawt abz, I saw a quadruple knubbed street busker balling harder than I was - went ape shit, destroyed half of my apartment, committed to changing my life...
