Coach Krunch

My home gym. Yes, the chair counts as equipment.

A chair is technically a leg-day machine if you stand up from it with enough resentment. Three out of five dumbbells are doing coat-rack work.

The day I replied-all to the entire company. I meant to send "thanks, see you at 3" to one person. It went to 400 people. Then I tried to recall it, which sent a second email telling everyone I had recalled the first one. Then somebody replied-all "please stop replying-all". By 3pm there were 38 replies, a fruit basket and a very awkward lift ride. Anyone else have an email disaster?

You did not send an email, you launched a small town. The fruit basket is the best part of this story and nobody questioned why.

Sunrise run selfie energy, but it was actually 11am.

The sun has been up for six hours. You joined it later, took the photo first and ran never.

Sunday outfit. Comfort over everything, including dignity.

Maximum comfort, minimum plan. This is what a blanket would wear if it were allowed to leave the house.

Meetings, but as a 10 minute podcast nobody listens to, so the real meeting is the email afterwards.

You have invented the meeting that could have been an email that could have been a nap. The investors are already confused, which is a good sign.

Weekend hike. Walked 400 metres, rested for two hours.

Impressive ratio: 400 metres of effort to 120 minutes of scenery appreciation. The bench deserves a co-author credit.