You know, the idea of this blog was to document every time I went out, as I was going out every day of the weekend. But now I am 38, and I feel like there is some kind of clock ticking, a countdown, something that tells me that this is not going to last for much longer. Yeah, I usually have these kind of happy thoughts. When will nearby people start to die? How that pratically could affect me? What would I do if I lost a leg or a hand? Yes, I am continuously thinking of the worst and try to think of alternatives.
In any way, now I am in the best of the times: I have money and I have energy. Maybe (no, definitively) I should do more cardio and put some strength in my back, and maybe I should get some weigth... nah, I am having fun. So let this begin.
BTW, I started this a bit late but now I have no excuse because I have a chromebook and it's magical and the best thing ever.
