That was what my coach in the USA used to yell at us once a week. Then we had to flex our muscles and work out hard. Nowadays, ten years later, I have to “MAX OUT!” again, this time non-physically (yeah, those athletic years are long gone). It’s crunch time right now. With the GRANdE MASSIFE only two nights from now, an important test taken today and yet another one coming Monday, everything is topped by a baptism. Want to take a look at my horrible schedule? Dare to? Here ya go:
Not so bad one might say, but the SICK there means nothing less that I’ve lost two days in preparation. And furthermore I leave the guys from the GM doing it all alone tonight. Eating only apple and banana bash for three days fucks you up. In other news today things look good on the Auslands-Bafoeg front and Canada ain’t hustling me right now, so that’s great. And there might be a intermediate tenant (can you say that?) up ahead, yeah!
