Listen… ignore my soft, dirty sandy feetI’ve been waddling back and forth from the beach all day.

But look at this…

The way I struggle just to lift myself out of this chair… all this weight, all this pressure it’s not as easy as it looks.

Every movement takes effort… slow, heavy, deliberate…

And by the time I’m up?

Breathing deep… a little flushed… completely out of breath.

But honestly… there’s something kind of addictive about it.