I was minding my own business one fine weekend, relishing in the bliss that accompanies having one’s squat rack all to oneself, and not needing to share with sweaty know-it-alls who ogle at your butt while ‘resting’ (That is, if you consider those 5-minute intervals ‘resting’).
How do people get any work done whilst listening to music? Maybe it’s because of my vocation as a writer that disallows the fraternising of words on-screen and the warbling tunes in-ear. When met, both parties fight for my attention, the only result a promotion of lethologica and a massive lack of focus. […]