That Moment...

What they said.

 

That moment when you've returned from a 7-9km run (mostlly all slopes and mountainous terrain) with your legs so sore you don't feel them anymore and a taste of blood in your mouth. You sit down and feel like you're unable to move for about 6 centuries.



And then the pain comes when you foolishly attempt to move after your muscles have cooled.

 

Stop that!

 

Why?

 

Cause it hurts? LOL

 

I like the pain, make me feel like i've accomplished something. It is almost addictive. Strangely theraputic as well actually, clears the mind. It also makes me laugh in the morning the next day when everything sore.

also, this is post 12854 in this thread, coincidentally the birthday of my uncle (12 of August 1954)

 

Can confirm. It's strange, but I love the muscle pain after a good workout!

 

I just bang my head on the keybored! Ouchy!

 

That moment when binge-watching a show actually helps with writing something and isn`t just procrastination. I mean...it is....but something they mentioned gave me a breakthrough.

Epictetus.

 

It can also be (and originally was) a linguistically distinct marker that identifies someone as a member of a particular group, which was how I was using it.

 

TMW you log in to your internet banking, only to see that it has erased all transactions for this month.

 

... when you want to buy something off the interweb but don't know what they're called. A4 portfolio case, maybe? Anyway, one of those leather/canvas zip case things for documents and papers.

ETA: A4 conference folder, apparently.

 

Wow that sure is a fancy way of saying trapper-keeper.

ETA OT:TMW

IDK what to write for the Flash-fic contest.
The short I started is a little over twice the
amount of words allowable.
Suppose I will have to think up a condensed
version of something fun to submit before the
end of the month.

 

No, not the shitty card/plastic things.

... he says, after looking up what a trapper-keeper is.

 

Fyi, A4 is much bigger than a credit card, @Cave Troll . Like...letter sized.

 

Yup, A4 is the metric equivalent (not exact match to) 8-1/2x11

 

But I bet you'll do it again tomorrow.

 

TMW someone you are one-degree away from informs your wife he is self-isolating on doctor's orders because his wife and infant twins are showing Covid-19 symptoms, the news says two people in your state have died from it, and you suddenly deep down realize how real this is and that ultimately you are staying inside not to comply with some silly government edict or vague theoretical greater good, but to save your own damn life -- and those of those you care about.

 

When you see that you are standing in a moral crossroad and you feel that you can't stand there too long. You just must pick some direction and leave something behind you.

Matt (Not Woolf but that other one, hew) 23:10-17.

 

TMW The Onion does a different take on one of your stories:

Planet Earth Doesn't Know How To Make It Any Clearer It Wants Everyone To Leave

Spoiler

The First Child

 

TMW your nose is assaulted with an odour so foul, you conclude if there were sentences for such things, it would easily be a 25-life.

 

I called ASPCA on my disgusting neighbors for that very reason. They had a cat living in absolute filth. The stench from their apartment was strong enough to deter flies. Flies! They crawl in and eat crap for God's sake.

 

This was along the main road into town. It's not the first time there's been a foul smell there, but never as bad as today. I can only assume there must be a sewage treatment place nearby.