Everything is anathema

I'm not a Buddhist by any means, but I am allowing the aural inceptions of some soothing Tibetan incantations to get me into zone when grinding. Well, either that or Phil Collins.

I played live for a couple of hours yesterday and for the first time heard the immortal words "I put you on AK" eminating from a gentleman wearing a baseball cap with "WSOP" emblazoned across it. The person in question (sadly not myself) did indeed have AK, so Mr. WSOP can go home feeling like a genius and a rock star after calling off 150bbs with 55. It was a special moment for me, although no one else at the table seemed to realise it was at all funny.

In a bid to tick a few professional poker player boxes I am capitulating and hiring a personal trainer. I do not by any means need to lose weight (am thin like a whippet), nor do I have any desire to "get ripped" (I figure that route is a slippery slope, before long I'd be using moisturiser on my face and shopping for mythical products like whey protein like some kind of stupid alchemist). No, I just have to accept that at the moment I am pretty unfit and the only way I will ever be motivated to exercise more is to hire a trainer.