THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

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A little over three months ago I could barely get around. Injured while on vacation in Greece made walking anywhere a painful chore. A grade 3 sprain meant covering a kilometre took four times as long as normal. I was unable to workout. I couldn't get an x-ray or see a physiotherapist until I arrived in Brussels.… Continue reading THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

TO THE EXTREME

[...] Extreme fitness is less about being young again and more about building yourself up for the years ahead. In other words, getting better at getting older." I've always been in awe of athletes. The sport doesn't matter much, what inspires me is the drive, fearlessness, and tenacity of anyone who signs up for gruelling workouts… Continue reading TO THE EXTREME

GONE WANDERING

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  “Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you—it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” —Anthony… Continue reading GONE WANDERING

CONDOLENCES

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Turning 39 scared the hell out of me. The debilitating fear I experienced caused me to curl up like a ball in the corner of my couch for a month as my mind raced with various #firstworldproblems and legitimate anxieties. The self-depreciating banter drove me up the wall. What the hell are you doing? Who do you… Continue reading CONDOLENCES

SNAKES AND LADDERS

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It took me years to learn how to play the flute. The curve was sharp because I was hostile towards the process from the outset. I thought the flute was too delicate and airy. And I wanted to play the drums instead. But the drums weren't available the day students were matched up with instruments… Continue reading SNAKES AND LADDERS