Finally, we reach the conclusion. Which isn’t really a conclusion after all. But it certainly is a nice way to wrap things up with my DOMS trilogy. If you happened to have missed part one and/or two, click these words to catch up. If you’re up to date, let’s jog your memory. DOMS (delayed onset […]

Before we get started, if you happen to have missed part one, shame on you, but be sure to click these words right now to be sent straight to it before returning here. For those that didn’t miss it, let me introduce you to part two by giving you the brief rundown of what you

Not a day goes by where I don’t get asked by someone questioning methods and ways for dealing with their sudden inability to stand up from the toilet seat, without using the walls on either side of them for desperate assistance. Okay, I’m probably a little over-exaggerating there, but DOMS – or in nonacronym form:

You know what? I’m a hypocrite. I seem to always be telling people that they’ve gotta have dreams, they’ve gotta have goals, they’ve gotta have something to work towards.  But I haven’t even been doing that lately. So, what the hell, right? I mean, for a good portion of this year in particular, I’ve kinda

At an altitude of around 12,000 metres and a final destination of Sydney, Australia, what better time than any to decompress with a fifth instalment of Euro Thoughts after spending five weeks overseas. You might be thinking that I’m breaking the system by writing under that title, but the initial construction of this article began

I wake from an awkward, slightly uncomfortable and short sleep wanting to adjust my right leg ever so slightly. No chance. With the people around me on this train slightly giving me claustrophobic feelings and a hint of anxiety, my thoughts linger to my definite disagreement towards six seat cabins and their two rows facing