What the f*** was today’s workout!? God, I was high. I was elevated. I could feel every single cell of my body throbbing; as if I was present in all those individual cells.

In the past, I’ve had legit highs from workouts, but this was on another level. This may sound an overstatement, but at one point, without being aware, teardrops rolled out of my eyes. These were not the tear drops of sadness, happiness (no such non-sense); these came because of the body-high I was having.

Boy, they tell me that I would have so many good things because of my workouts like strength, fitness, attention from girls etc. Some say that it must be tough to crush your body, and eat what is not pleasurable etc. But that’s not the point my friends. This high, this feeling, or the feeling I get every time I push myself in the workouts is beyond strength, fitness, and attention. This summer, I’ll be 30 – and yet, I feel like I still am a 20 year old flamboyant dude. Who f***ing cares what the world think, how we feel is all that matter!

Let us wait till summer, so that we’ll celebrate my 20th birthday,
till then,
Adios…