Sometimes, when you have to deliberately stop yourself and remember how to breathe because the list of things to do, people to call, papers to file is so overwhelmingly long, it feels really good to beat the shit out of a pad, even - especially - when your lungs start screaming.
I have no idea how I would survive if I did not have fighting class to get me out of the office and doing something physical nearly every day. It keeps me sane.
I have no idea how I would survive if I did not have fighting class to get me out of the office and doing something physical nearly every day. It keeps me sane.
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