A single month’s efforts of intense BP is all it’s taken for me to get stronger. Getting a prime spot in BP resembles the start of an encierro. In the mad rush, a 5kg weight unlatched itself from its owner and started rollling towards me. As I picked it up to return it to a waif of a man, Mer caught sight of me holding the monster and yelled “You GOT to be kidding me!”
Priceless! To see all the blood drain from Mer’s face. Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, I instantly denied it was mine and relief replaced sheer shock.
Now, I am sensitive to smell. None of that habituation BS, if it stinks I’ll smell it. And, the piece of work next to me had a pong in his breath that was just impossible to ignore. His breath brought impressions of dead rotting carcasses, perhaps rodent carcasses. It was beyond disgusting.
If that was not painful enough, he kept breathing in my direction. Huff, puff. Ewwww.
