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I made a huge mistake.
For those that don’t know, I live a little over a quarter mile from food city. That is important for this story. (a Thread)
For those that don’t know, I live a little over a quarter mile from food city. That is important for this story. (a Thread)
I went walking this morning. 40 minutes in I decided to walk to the store a grab a few things. Our family drinks misty mountain water. They come in one gallon jugs. While I was in the store I decided to get some chicken breast. 6 packages that totaled about 12-15 lbs.
Weight is important.
When I arrived to the water I decided to not get one jug....but 4. Carrying to the front register was a breeze.
What was not a breeze was the quarter mile of hell I was about to endure.
As I left the store I had two gallons of water and about 6 pounds of chicken in one hand....the same in the other.
All horrible stories have that point in which you realized you fucked up....mine was when I was standing next to the gas pumps.
I realized atm my grip strength has tricked me and this is about to be the worst walk of my life.
At that aha moment I had a quick conversation with myself. Do I call my wife to come pick me up?? Or....do I man the fuck up and get these supplies to my family in need.
I press on across the highway. Sweat intensifies. My overpriced Apple Watch warns me that my heart rate was exceeded new heights. I’m breaking records.
I was not going to stop. Halfway through the devil popped up on my shoulder again....
Psst.... do your kids really need 4 gallons? They are only $1 each. Drop two. No one will know. You could sit them down here and walk to your car and come back to pick them up.
Boy he was convincing. Never realized how good of a salesman I was. 3/4 there. I’m dying.
Forearms numb. Thumbs numb. Drenched in sweat as I pass the boys and girls club. I notice them all pressed against the glass waiting for my dumb ass to drop one of the 2 ton water bombs.
I imagined them taking bets to see how long before my fat ass slips up.
Jokes on you, you little bastards. I felt like David Goggins as I continued to press on!
New problem presents...the sweat(I’m assuming) could have been the blood from my pulsating forearm muscles have arrived to the tips of my fingers
I should have wore gloves because the handles begin sloshing between my two most powerful fingers. I don’t know if that’s a word but it’s yet another discussion I have with myself as I see my home beyond the horizon.
I’m within 100 yards of my final destination. I feel like I’m carrying boulders in a strongman competition.
Is this what Derrick Henry feels like when he puts an entire team on his shoulders!
30 yards....I count each step to my front door. I’m literally crying when I make it in. So much emotion. So much will power. I’ve done it!!!! I have saved my family!
My wife comes to the kitchen. I’m expecting flowers....a trophy....some sort of celebration!!!
My wife: Did you get coffee?
My wife: Did you get coffee?
