How I Feel About The End of 2018
Forced myself to wake up at 6AM today in the hopes of dodging both UV and other humans on the Winter Track near Waterfall Gully. I didn't quiet wake up, but we got there and I was pleased to discover that my legs were still capable of hiking up steep hills.
In 2018, the time of pretending we’re not influenced by social media’s algorithms is finished.
In 2018, Anzac Day is a tricky one, everyone caught between respecting the fallen, and wishing for a world where we'd never killed each other in the first place.
I woke up today feeling pounded, yet fresh. Inspired by revisiting my tales of youth, and 2004 mixtapes recreated in Spotify, over the past four days I played basketball (and tennis-cricket) ran 4 kilometres (across 72 hours) and bench-pressed my own bodyweight 19 times (over 4 sets of ten reps).
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