My brother and I quote this money to this day, such a classic.

“How could he see me?”

The grass is always greener and all that. I spent the first 15 years of my adult life destroying my body in the trades. Sure the money was good, but the hours sucked and you’re still dealing with idiots all the time. Maybe Tracie in accounting doesn’t know to not click on every link she receives in her email, but at least she can write a coherent sentence and refrain from smoking crack in the porta-potties…

And don’t even get me started on service work. People who can’t use computers have nothing on people who can’t change a light bulb or plunge a toilet.

Inyalowda!

Mine does that too. It’s usually only for around 20 seconds, so it doesn’t really bother me.

The key here is elevation. I’m 183 cm and weigh 95 kilos, and I live in the Alps. For sure, I’m not always hitting those numbers, but throw a couple of big climbs in there and it starts to make sense.

Try getting into biking. I burn 1500-2000 calories (I’m not a small dude) in like 2 hours of road cycling. It’s relatively easy on the body compared to running as a bonus.

Through victory my chains are broken. For the Empire! In all seriousness though, it’s fictional space fantasy. When I was a kid, watching the OG trilogy, I always supported the rebels, but as I got older I slowly became way more into the empire. Sometimes it’s just fun to root for the bad guys. Also the dogmatic nature of the Jedi becomes glaringly more obvious as you get older.