This morning I arrived in a bad mood in the office.

Yesterday Snorre made a funny post. I admit it. Made me laugh.

And all of a sudden everybody loves him like “Du vil for alltid være favorittbloggern, Snorre”, “10 poeng til Snorre”, etc.

All of a sudden all these hypocrites complaining about “Snorre comes late”, “Snorre bryr seg ikke om oppvarming”, “Here we are! Kettlebell Swings again…”, GONE!

And no one to say something nice about me! Ungrateful people!

So yeah you will excuse my last post my dear “Boss” because I had nothing to tell! I was exhausted and … they all do the same things day after day … so I have to talk about … Whatever! Anything else!

Where are you all day when I take care of the kids? They run everywhere, they don’t listen, they shout, they play loud music, they don’t clean after themselves, they throw heavy stuff on the ground and they look happy when it makes a terrible sound…! I shouldn’t be alone in the barnehage! I’m exhausted! And I need to write the blog at 23:00!! This is not a life!!!

So yeah you probably had a crazy party yesterday night right. Celebrating. Yeah.

The workout today was horrible because nobody deserved to be happy : CrossFit Games Open 17.5 with Thrusters and Double Unders not for 1, not for 3, not for 5 … but for 10 rounds yeah! 10 rounds because Dave Castro doesn’t like anyone, not even you in CF We Love Snorre Better!

Bla bla bla they look great bla bla bla.

Bla bla bla they are amazing bla bla bla.

And because “the slobber of the toad does not reach the white dove” as we have the delicacy to say in my country, I’ll end up giving you my favorite poem:

Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue,
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme,
Et j’irais loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme.

Sensation
Arthur Rimbaud, 1870.