I’m stirring in a hangover from the night last, thinking on the couch about an axe I just bought and the animal[istic] splitting I did with it. It’s a damn sexy axe, with its black, carbon fibre - hollow - handle and shaft, and a deep charcoal blade. I raised it over my t-shirt - head and felt the happy weight in my shoulders, all taught and poised. With a human’s roar, I throw down the axe and split into a fallen tree. Wood cracks—

I go to swing again, with my entire body, with so much upper - lateral - vigour,

wood cracks —

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Posted on Thursday, 24 May
Tagged as: true story spent five hours in the woods chopping a fallen tree to pieces best exercise there is
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