But I am still fighting under my apple tree
My apple tree has no apples left for the season. I have cut back a few branches, and the first signs of autumn are beginning to show.
But I am still fighting under my apple tree. 🥊🍂
While Everyone Went to the Beach, I Entered My Secret Garden to Fight
Everyone went to the beach.
I entered my secret garden to fight.
My kettlebells
There are days I don’t like you at all, and you don’t make it easy to handle you.
But I still interact with you—even on those days—and lift you up.
A remarkable sport: you attack forward, yet you must pass the ball back
Headwind all the way to the gym today, –11°C on the bike. Still, I made it. The red cap came with me — Ulster on it, not about the Troubles, but about Ulster Rugby from the island of Ireland. A remarkable sport: you attack forward, yet you must pass the ball back.
Out of the office today
Ooh, oh.
Alive and kicking,
Still fighting through training,
I go there just to feel the beat.
Out of the office today.
