For someone who grew up in a country that's smaller than California, the thought of traveling around the US for a year was pretty daunting. Questions like "Where am I going to live?", "Where am I going to work?", "How long will I be staying at a certain place?", "Am I going to get super lonely?", and "Am I going to get murdered?" haunted me. I was also dreading the fact that I needed to give away or sell most of my things. I won't have an apartment or a car so I needed to travel light. It was rough trying to give away my books and clothes and stuff that I've collected over the years, but it felt good in the end. I kinda get
Let's just say there was a time when 100% of what went into my mouth consisted of ramen and hoagies. I didn't care much about what was in my food—if it made me full, I'm all good. I pretty much sucked at sports too as a kid, and that discouraged me from doing any kind of physical activity in high school or college. I jogged here and there, but that left me uncomfortable and gasping for air. I was inconsistent, and my goals were very nebulous and vague. I wanted to be healthier but I had no idea what that really meant. I never had much of a concept for mental health either until about 3 years ago when I started to get anxiety over
Volunteering in Georgia by Jag Talon on Exposure I happened to listen to this one episode of My Favorite Murder where they were talking about some dude who decapitated and ate his seatmate on the Greyhound bus in Canada. The next day, I rode the Greyhound for 16 hours straight from Philadelphia to Virginia. Good news: I'm not dead. So I've been planning for this "volunteercation" for a while now, and, even though I wasn't exactly looking forward to the long-ass bus ride, I was excited because this was a different kind of vacation for me. My vacations have often been about absorbing things: I usually go to museums, bars, and touristy sites when I go to a new place. I like doing all those things,
The weather has been super nice this week (not cold at all!) and it's our annual meetup in Paoli, PA so I had the chance to walk around with some coworkers in Valley Forge. It was pretty damn nice! There's this trail where you have to go up to Mount Misery but it was a tiny little hill.
I’ve been sedentary most of my life. I hated sports at school, and now I sit behind a desk all day. Even though I’ve been powerlifting for a little over a year, I still didn’t like moving. Well, at least not outside the gym. I’ve recently been attending Kinstretch classes and listening to Movement Matters, so I thought that maybe I should be moving more (plus with some convincing from Stef). Also, did you see Wall-E? That shit does not look good. So! Yesterday I walked from Laurel Hill Cemetery (because why not?) to Franky Bradley’s (to get a beer and watch a show right after) Here are some photos! So if you sit all day, get off your ass and