#anyway i did my best and that's the best anyone can do :т | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

princebxte-blog · 7 years

Text

Chapter 5 || Maintenant, dans la mort

υ η - м σ η s т я ε

I was ready to propose to Belle, renounce my crown and live with her in a happy life, take her with me along on my adventures across the ocean. These stories she reads about, she could be in so many of her own and I would be at her side every step of the way. When I at first brought such things up- Renouncing my title and leaving the castle, she seemed to shrug away the idea. Like it were not an option. This was going to be our impossible, shredded life together. But my words wore her down, and eventually she welcomed the option of my being not a prince, but just a man. Which she would say was far more than enough. Of course I am not the exact same person she met the last few years, but I am someone that has grown. Much more in those few years, then the last decade before her arrival.

But of course there was the proposal.

Everyone that knew me adored Belle, and everyone that only recently entered my life was against the idea of my marriage. But now that I was planning to renounce my bloodline as a Charlamagne, someone else had different plans for me.

The night I planned to ask Belle’s hand, was the worst day of my entire life.

It started off on a happy notion.

Belle had no idea I was going to propose to her that night, but she knew it would happen at some point, and we were planning to meet that night on the balcony. The very place, and the anniversary of the night that I really truly realized I loved her.

I acted like I had work all day that day. Dealing with the court, and running some specific errands. Which I was, but it was the errands that pertained to the plans for the night, so it was more of me preparing for our date together.

My servants all knew of it, and I sent most of the newer servants out for the day so that if they disapproved, then they could not interject.

Little did I know that my plans were going to be disturbed by theirs, for a little birdy went out and told some of the higher ups my plans for the night, and in order to keep it from happening-there had to be something that would keep me from my date.

It was 7 o’clock at night, just an hour before I was supposed to see Belle.

I had decided to take a stroll from the village nearby back to the castle, instead of taking my horse. It was nice out, and if I walked I would make it right at the exact moment I had to be there.

I had a ring.

I wore my best suit that was specially tailored, and I had gone into town to arrange a delivery for our dinner.

I wanted the castle to be without any servants, they could have the night off and we could be alone without anyone to call upon us.

So naturally I had our dinner delivered instead of making Potts and the chefs cook. This was to be very special.

As I travelled down the path that lead back to my abode, I had a strange feeling prickle up my spine. The wood had suddenly become eerily quiet, like the animals were disturbed by something other than myself before me. Had someone come through this way?

Strange.

I could here this small voice in my head telling me that something was very off. Just as I was about to continue, a strange noise came from the brush. Peering around it, I found there was a man!

He looked distressed and in pain, laying on the ground against a tree.

I touched his shoulder and asked if he was alright.

Offering to take him back.

But something about this was quite off. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up at the sound of his voice, when he answered.

Now less distressed, less in pain.

He was much older, wearing a hat that covered his eyes. I would not have recognized him at first. His voice sending a chill, and suddenly those cold hard eyes looking up at me.

Setting me off.

I backed up in shock.

Letting the brush fall back against the man, trying to decide whether a dash towards the castle was a good idea or not since Belle was all by herself.

The second I tried making a run, I was met with a pair of hands on both of my arms, I was no match for their strength

Nor was I a match for the unfair beating I began to endure, as three more men come out from behind trees and bushes.

Each of them took their turns, landing blows. I felt the wind knock out of me from the first,

My senses going dizzy with each fist landing against my check.

There must have been a mess of me, because all I felt was a warm numbing sensation after a few were laid on me.

The older man snapped his fingers, and I was instantly let go.

Falling to my knees I could barely move from all the damage.

Obviously he was the boss to this gang.

It seemed that this man was now working as a sort of authoritative figure that people would call upon if certain people needed help

persuading

others.

How suiting.

The royal court found my weakness, unless this was a coincidence.

I just could not believe it.

How could

be back?

F O L I E || Madness

He smiled that old smile that I remember as a child. I was so young, without conviction, and innocent. This man took all of that from me, and turned my inner thoughts against me. It took many years to perfect the ability of blocking out all of those events, to move forward and not let them trouble my future, but as it all turns out—They were starting trouble anyway. As long as this man lived, I would suffer and so would others ” So we meet again, Adam-Mon cher. I glared at him, as the words rolled off in a pur. He bent down and grabbed my hair to left my head back so I would have to look at him. All I could do was spit at his cheek. ” Tsk. Tsk. You know I thought I taught you your manners. Don’t you remember?” He was obviously taunting me like some snake would with a rattle. His voice nauseating my senses making me want to vomit. I didn’t want to inhale his breath as it smelt rotten. My entire being cringed, stomach churning. What the hell did he want with me?? “ What the hell are you here for…?” “ Is that any way to talk to an old mentor?” Grasping my chin like I were still the child he once guided. I looked away, not strong enough to bring my eyes to meet his. “ Well, your greeting hasn’t been exactly warm either, has it…?” The hate dripping from my mouth, I could see spots in my vision. Probably from being knocked around, added on to my inner rage. What could they possible want from me now? “ Well I suppose if it isn’t obvious enough, then I must explain to you-- Ever since you have returned to your throne, with your relationship. There have been a few who have called me in to take care of you. As you can see, my line of work has changed more drastically since the old school days when you were a boy.” My heart pounded, for everything in me wanted to run. What were they going to do? Kill me?... Kill Belle? What plans were in store? ” I was told about everything, and not only does the court disapprove but so do I. I think I should take you back under my wing… Return to the castle. Get rid of that wench of yours, and retrain you to be a proper prince so that when the time comes you become king and I remain as your advisor.” That horrible toothy grin spread across his face. He had already made up all the plans. Belle was not in them. “ You must be mad to think that I’d ever allow such a plan.” I furrowed my brows and tightened my gaze into a hate-filled glare. But he was far ahead of me. “ Oh, I am well aware of it. That is why I have sent some of my men to the castle to take care of her. We don’t need any distractions, and she will prove much better off not being present in your life. “ No! I tried to keep my expression stoic, so not to give away to the reaction that he seemed to bait from me. Oh I fell for every trick. My eyes betraying me. “ Besides, we don’t want anyone knowing your little secret do we? The real reason behind your strange absence…” “ As if anyone would believe you…. Wh-why don’t you go bother some other royal with a better chance at the throne. I’m going to be renouncing my title anyway! I just came from the village with a note to do so…. The man seemed to boil with rage all of a sudden. ” You …. You renounced?!” A large bony fist, that felt familiar suddenly came into contact with my rib cage, and a pause from him as he seemed to look turn away before turning around again to suddenly back hand me in my face. I felt so pitiful, so weak compared to what I used to be. The small voice within me beginning to speak again. All the despair, torment, abuse, anger, and loneliness across my years had invented this small voice to speak with. I thought it had long gone, but with each passing second in this man’s presence, being held this way. I could feel it return, feel myself follow back to the place that I would go when in such a situation. I do not know if this is because I was a victim in the past, but this voice inside of me only came at the darkest of times. They beat me for a period of time. I do not remember how long, but I let myself go numb—follow back to that easy place where I could remove myself from the body I was inhabiting. Little did this man know, I lied about the crown. Of course I had plans to renounce my title, but I wanted him to leave me alone finally. Maybe a small lie would make him back off. I am of no use. “ Well, I guess we shall just have to put an end to this. I am growing tired, and we still have yet to visit that place of yours. My eyes shot open. Knowing full well that Belle was there all alone. I had sent the servants home, and after all my time here waiting for them to just give up and leave. It proved fruitless. As I began to move, I could feel parts of my body were definitely in peril. I was in need of a physician’s attention, but not until I knew Belle was going to be safe. “ So that finally got your attention, did it?” He recognized that she was of course my weakness, but why her? Wasn’t I the problem to the court? “ I don’t particularly like this job when it comes to women. You see—The noise they make is quite bothersome, whereas a boy such as you will take it in silence. The look of your face is far more quenchable to my tastes. A woman always displays, making the deed less complex. It is really such a shame. Considering they tend to be the top of the list. Especially when they are bearing an heir of importance. But the thing about this, is that you weren’t actually the target in this case, but for old times sake. I feel that we can only part with me taking your life, but not in the dignified sort where you think you can hide from me in those eyes of yours. Don’t you dare forget, Adam. I know you. I know everything about you, and how you try to silence the pain by putting your mind away from here I taught you this for a reason. This ability to silence out everything and focus. That is how a royal is to be. Unfortunately for you, the woman you have chosen to take as a possible princess and queen- It has sparked a controversy, and to see you again… I wish not to make you go to that place But actually see the fear in your eyes as you die. Knowing that my next step is your precious future wife The amount of power I feel from being able to possess you in such a way is more exhilarating then you can imagine And as much as I dislike killing women, since they are easy sport… Yours is going to be worth gold.” He snarled in such a way that made me think of myself when I used to smash mirrors. A beast, but more so. His eyes, and that grin all appeared to be Satan in that moment. I tried to harden my gaze, but knowing Belle was in peril all because I was irresponsible had my throat knotted up. ” Please…. Please…. The constant beating of my body had certainly taken it’s toll. My breath came out shortened, and there was a sharp pain within my chest. I could taste the blood in my mouth, bubbling up from the injuries that were made inside me. I may be begging, but it is the only way. Maybe that is what he wanted to hear, my groveling. Just like when I was a child. “ I will … Do anything, just don’t –Don’t harm her…” I winced, feeling the pains erupt all over my abdomen, as I returned to my lucid state. This is what he wanted right? “ Oh Adam… You could do much better then that… Can’t you? I felt like a wild animal who’s spirit had to be broken, and now a dog. Taking another breath, I let the droplets fall from my mouth, and watched them form against the rocks and dirt next to my knees where I had been held down to. This was a breaking point, wasn’t it? “ You can… Return to the castle… What a mistake. I’d rather die then let him return, but to keep Belle safe. “ If this had been decade ago, I might have found that much more pleasing to hear but to be frank… This job is the job I like best. You are the last brat I could ever think of coaching, and the payment I get for this is greater than any amount of gold…. As long as I get to see the light leave from those sad yet sweet blue eyes-- He took a step closer, and grasped my throat. Aiming to asphyxiate me. Much like he had mentioned about the complexity of a man’s death, and the way they hold on to their dignity as they die--he watched every emotion run past my gaze. The fear of what he might do to Belle if I were not around to shield or warn her. How pitiful…. ” How pitiful….” Tears streamed down my face, grazing over his white straining knuckles that were slowly pulling the life from me. this man whom I once considered a father figure, had betrayed me so much in so many ways… And I will never forgive him. Could never….Will ever? The night in the wood began to fade from my vision, as a numb far away pain began to pull me from where I was. This was no doubt what I believe it to be, I’ve experienced it for a split second before. I almost forgot how this felt. It’s like the thought you have just before going to sleep or just before waking up that you can’t really remember, but that thought seems like it has solved all your problems and you have found a way through a problem, but when you wake up you forget how. It is like this. The way I can change this moment, if only I had the power to change this moment. But that was it. My body stopped struggling, and the other men let go, before my old teacher slowly let go. Allowing me to drop to the forest floor. The last heir to Charlamagne, and he is dead. The older man seemed to hold a small twinge of regret, for Adam had been the one he loved to torture and haunt me like a constant branding of livestock. There was no way out, but forever he had taken away that right of his for doing anymore to me. That is… Except Belle…. I lay there in the dark. My feeling of a body gone, but someone the thoughts remained. I held no form, and yet I waited there as if something was coming, and then there it was…. The small voice from before. It was much bigger, it was an entity. Here I thought I made you up to get away. But no, it was a manifestation over the many years of trouble. All my agony fueled it into being, but also it seemed to take on this sinister nature. Like it was lying that I had created it. That it just needed a host to enable it. This voice called me, as I remained despairingly. Not knowing which way to look up, though there be a light – but I dare not go to it, not if Belle needed my help. The voice called my name again, but it didn’t say Adam. It said something else that I did not remember as Adam, but I somehow knew that the name meant it were for me. Not able to go away from it, it seemed to tempt me. This voice said that I could be given a second chance, that I could return to save herthat if I just gave it my agony again, to feed it forever. It would forever keep me in prime condition so that I may feed it. If I want to return to the world to save her I had to grant it the permission to my soul. My body… half of the rights I had so that it would maintain me. This was my payment, and without thinking of the terms or conditions—I gave it no second though, and granted this voice. it. Permission to rule over half of me whenever it pleased.

raison d'être

I said “yes”. Within a second I felt the immediate pain course through my being again. My heart racing, jolting like it had been shocked with lightning—pulling me up from the ground and back to life. My body ached… But the voice--- It was not done, for I knew that the reason my life was pulled back into this body for more then the reason to heal me. I was to go to Belle and stop those men from destroying her life. I began to walk forward, my shin and ribs clicked as I took my first couple of steps. They were certainly broken, but there was no time. She needed a warning, but then with each stride I could feel something happen in me. The pain subsiding, the scratches turning to silver scars like they’d been there for ages… And suddenly Iwas bolting forward with an energy I couldn’t describe, perhaps a little too much. I was pacing faster then a full speed galloping horse. Flying through the trees, I rushed past like a gust of wind. I was reborn. The clouds in the sky began to change in the same rate, reflecting a storm in the midst. I didn’t realize anything else had changed, besides my focus on what was ahead and by the time I made it to the castle. I may have been too late. The door was broken in, and not too far from the window I could hear something fall and shatter. Not exactly the most discreet bunch of men, but then again they knew that my servants had been let go for the night. And then there it was. A scream emitted from within, and I rushed in without thinking. My body had changed dramatically, and the shadows I casted were a familiar old shadow, but I had too much adrenaline to even notice. Belle needed me, and there they were having caught her by the arm, and twisted her around so that she couldn’t move. I bumped into a nearby candelabra, causing it to fall to the floor and clatter. The candles went out against the stone, and it turned the room dark. Everyone in the room looked in my direction, and I rushed passed them to the window where the lightning of a storm flashed through the sky, lighting up my silhouette against the window and that is when the room gasped from seeing me. Panicking, just before the flash again to find that I had disappeared into the darkness. As the lightning flashed again, I had made my way to two men already, not exactly knowing how I incapacitated them, but knowing that I did. Every move and motion was all so sudden, I couldn’t keep up with it. A blur, blood and screams were all I could hear until the lightning flashed making the room fill with light. I could see my old teacher making his get away with Belle, thinking he could finish the job. Clearly fear-stricken. He had grabbed Belle and pulled her through the hall. Dipping into the corridor, I went through the shadows aiming to catch them off guard as if I might be hearding sheep. I made my way to the shadow before them, blending with the statue the sound of my foot scratching against the floor caught the attention of the old man. Who then grasped Belle, and held out a knife against her knife. Threatening her life in a panicked yelp. He does not know what kind of anger and hatred that he has awoken. Maybe this is the person, the thing I am supposed to be that he always wanted. I stepped forward. Belle’s fastly beating heart could be heard in my ears. She too was afraid, but her fear may not be directed so much to the man with the knife at her neck just barely piercing the skin—but rather, the one that I have become. The light outside, despite there being a storm, was still much lighter than the cold darkness of my castle, as now was a portion of my soul. the light draped over my form, as I walked into it to reveal myself. I had not yet seen nor guessed why it was that I had suddenly become so powerful and agile… But a simple glance through my peripherals in a mirror I could see that I was not Adam—Rather the form I always was…. No matter though, because in this moment I only care about one thing. “ Sta-stay back you Beast!” The man jumbled out in a fit of fright. ” I am warning you!” He brought the knife against her neck a bit further, and I could smell the familiar sent of iron hit the air. It was sweet, a strange sort of taste that crossed my senses. Was I really a Beast? My cravings for blood were evident, and I had not remembered whether I had that before in the last ten years, but for now. It might come in handy. I suppressed my appetite , and kept my focus on the man. “ Get. Out.” I grumbled. The low octaves of my voice made even the architecture shutter. The man, a coward—began to take his chance, just before I sealed the deal with a large roar stepping forward in a lurch to process his fight or flight mode faster. It was flight One day, I will get him. He will pay for all the things he has done, but for now I only cared about one person. ” Belle…” I tried murmuring softly. All of this just seemed to be too much for her. I watched her crumble to the floor just before catching her promptly. This was a lot to take in… And I… Was back to square one.

0 notes

nuttyhologramgoatee-blog · 7 years

Text

The 2 Real Reasons CrossFit WonТt Work Anymore

Anybody who remembers the Сgood olТ daysТ (prebok), understands things i mean when i state it СwonТt work anymore.Т Those that have existed for long enough have watched the flood of newcomers, rapidly diluting the pool of quality, and giving CrossFit a bad name.

I know, cry, cryЕ

The issue using the Сcream will rise for the topТ philosophy is it only works if the consumer recognizes the cream. Although the consumer canТtЕ for the reason that consumer is usually a regular individual who has no freakinТ idea whether theyТre checking out a thick, delicious, cold layer of cream or perhaps a half-full protein shaker that sat beneath your car seat to get a week last summer. Choose wisely.

УWe have the best coaches. The best programming! An amazing community! A clean facility! Great equipment!Ф

Yeah, thatТs what everyoneТs website says, and everybody saying it is equivalent to no-one saying it.

No gym plasters УWe have a filthy gym plus a disgusting bathroom, with terrible coaches and a number of people no-one likes!!Ф on the homepage.

The buyer might go to a few gyms, looking around if theyТre motivated to that particular degree, doing their research. So how is it really deciding?

Many times they just go to the cheapest gym across the street to try out СCrossFit,Т run by an unaffiliated bootcamp trainer who just obtained a brand-spankin-new set of TRX bands. УWeТre doing circuit training today guys!Ф (insert annoying trainer voice).

Or even worse, they check out an affiliated gym thatТs having a groupon-special, gets thrown to the wolves, and so on day 1 is told to work a 400m backwards, through traffic, holding a 45# plate overhead. Eaten alive. (BTW to Rx the run you need to have eyes closed #getsome).

Nearly everyone I speak to nowadays has read about CrossFit; I havenТt met anyone without having an opinion.

What is your opinion is the very first thing they say for me? You already knowЕ

УCrossFit is simply too dangerousФ

How did they are offered to this sort of conclusion? Maybe off their own experience, or from someone they understand, or possibly a meme they saw, or a story they once read somewhere. The source doesnТt matter! Around IТd prefer to argue their opinion (fact in their mind), I canТt. TheyТre set. So IТm stuck with seeking to convince themЕ УBut weТre different! I SWEAR!Ф IТve learned never to waste my breath anymore.

Recently I began BJJ up again after a few years off, and inevitably I become asked what I do for the livingЕ

Oh IТm a coach, I own a gymФ

Like a CrossFit gym?Ф

Yeah, we have an affiliation, but perform things a little bit differently than most.Т

Oh cool, yeah, anyway, CrossFit is too dangerous in my opinion, my brother-in-law made it happen for awhile but were required to stop as he was always injured. HeТs doing Orange Theory now. Have you ever heard of heartrate training? ItТs revolutionary.Ф

*groan*

Everyone thinks they may have learned what СCrossFitТ is all about.

They donТt. By any means.

However they THINK they generally do. And thatТs the situation.

Consider it. Once you forcefully punch someone inside the mouth, itТs difficult to make friends with them again. Once someone explodes their shoulder doing something dumb, itТs challenging to convince them to try it again. TheyТre traumatized. I would be too. In reality, I wasЕ I ruptured my achilles in the year 2011 during the openЕ I used to be emotionally scarred for some time. Think of it weakness, call it whatever, having said that i didnТt perform a box jump for two years.

There are several gyms that things right. Really. Maybe you visit one, or coach at one. Or OWN one. But theyТre becoming more uncommon. And a number of the good ones are closing down or changing their names.

DonТt trust me? The amount of gyms can you think of who have rebranded, or changed names? Why they have done that? IТve asked many of them and it comes down to public perception. This isnТt even addressing the gyms which can be being offered or closing down. I personally know a few burnt out owners that have ditched it all.

The problem with public perception is the good gyms are being lumped together with the negative gyms (majority).

Most gyms have no clue how you can do programming. Most donТt have clue about energy systems or their intelligent utilization in program design. They are doing not use programming templates. They actually do not adequately progress their athletes (or offer a Method Of PROGRESSION). They actually do not focus on proper, smart safety rules (letting everyone kip their asses off on day 1). They actually do not build fundamental muscular balance in their clients. Their list goes on.

What does everything mean? This means those gyms are simply just being irresponsible, and giving everybody else a poor name.

ThatТs Reason 1: The dilution of great training/coaches/gyms with bad ones who have not really turned Сprofessional.Т That dilution then changes public perception, by polluting your mind from the Сregular person,Т who then has conversations with me in jiujitsu class about their injured brother-in-law.

To Reason 2: The legitimate concern of Overtraining and Injury within the fitness community.

Most of the time, stupidity plays a primary role in. And when I say Сstupidity,Т I am talking about basic human nature, or rather, ego.

I consider myself an effective coach, and several times IТve scaled someone down, or told them to Сshut it downТ for the day, turned my back for 3 seconds and suddenly theyТve turned into the hunch back of notre dame across a 400lb deadlift wrenching that sucker track of a jerking, twisting motion.

УCall an ambulance.Ф

The ego, and the urge to get better, is really a strong force. Sometimes overwhelmingly strong. Was that CrossFitТs fault? Will it be the fault from the car that the drunk driver got behind the wheel and slammed into an oncoming car? Of course not, but itТs simpler to blame, isnТt it? IТve seen the ego manifest in myself yet others countless times. Usually overtraining and injury donТt happen overnight. ItТs a progression.

It is something similar to this:

1) Oh, this fitness thing is cool, IТm annihalated each day!Е I think IТll upgrade to unlimited are available 6 times a week in order to be really lean for summer!

2) Man, my shoulder continues to be bugging me lately and I havenТt been sleeping perfectly. Plus IТm really irritable at all times.

3) Jeez, regardless how much I workout I recently canТt do away with this layer of fat around my belly button. IТm gonna start doing Fran 3x every week to up my intensity.

4) My shoulder continues to be bothering us a lot, now my hip is hurting too! I wake up so stiff and canТt even sit crosslegged on the floor anymore. IТm only 28 years of age, wtf!

5) Hey Coach, I simply tore my Уinsert tendon/ligament/muscle,Ф IТm gonna have to take a while off, surgical treatment is scheduled for next week.

Most fitness enthusiasts train excessive.

Let me be a little more specific, the majority of them have no idea that killing themselves everyday is not really the ideal strategy to make progress and have more fit.

Obvious right? But, youТd be surprised how so many people are dependent on the adrenaline dump of your truly max lactic endurance effort.

This relies on the gymТs responsibility to teach the buyer, and effectively balance training load. Coaches need so as to clearly explain the point and reasoning behind every piece from the program. When they canТt, chances are they donТt understand what theyТre doing, and so they shouldnТt be responsible for the physical fitness 100 people.

Primum non nocere.

The situation of injury relies on inadequate attention on recovery and muscular balance (and stupidity naturally, like once i ruptured my achilles after weeks of ignoring symptoms. УItТll be fiiiineeeФ). This is an section of contention, and several coaches feel that a focus on recovery and balance is secondary. But without a gym-wide center on them (culture), men and women will get injured, because people are people.

I assist clients each day. For hours on end. Everyone seems to be incredibly tight, around. They sit at a desk throughout the day. They donТt yet know very well what itТs want to be truly In Your Body. Connected. They just use themselves as a method of brain-transportation. They sit for 7 hours, just like should they just got off a non-stop flight from Maine to California, and most gyms will spend 5-10 mins on mobility (if theyТre lucky) without any time at all on foundational balance work.

What exactly is 5-10-20 minutes gonna do? Nothing, not much of a damn thing. TheyТre stiff, tight, filled with tension, and come in from sitting all dayЕ right into a max effort workout theyТve been nervous about since their 4-eggs, bacon, and bulletproof-coffee-breakfast. Physiologically, all this becomes life and death. This can be a problem on a muscular and hormonal level. So many people are highly, and chronically, stressed. Loading them down and forcing that adaptation, expressing everything force through locked-down muscles and joints, is rather foolish.

Fran again today guys. LetТs go! CRUSH IT! CRUSSHHH ITTT!

Oh, what have we created? And the way should we correct it?

The answers are pretty straight forward:

Educate and balance, and make certain that itТs all Built In this software. ThatТs our responsibility. Because only a tiny part of men and women do anything by themselves. And simply a small part of a fraction is going to do anything good by themselves, unless theyТre taught to get it done, after which provided an environment where it occurs automatically.

At Level Method Gym weТve put extensive concentrate on all of these things. We look at the WHOLE person, from start to finish, our class is constructed to provide BALANCE. It offers extensive flexibility/mobility protocols, breathing protocols, individualized gymnastic resistance training progressions (in most classes), the revolutionary Level Means for progressing and managing group athletes, and purposeful (and published) energy system based training templates, plus 90% of the members know (both conceptually as well as in practice) what energy systems are and the way THEY FEEL.

ItТs time and energy to face the tunes. CrossFit wonТt work anymore, because itТs will no longer just what it was. ItТs now something different because, eventually, perception is reality.

Adjust as required, folks.

0 notes