I realized this last night. I spent about 4 hours putting together an elaborate wall hotwheel track for my son. I'm the least handy person in the world and the instructions give me a headache. Before I started, I was like :
When I was done, I was like :
I get the same feeling from a long miserable day at work;
That third workout of the week when you're sore as shyt;
Running;
Visiting family in bumfukk that requires a long ass drive;
Reading a book.
Am I a sadists or is this normal?
When I was done, I was like :I get the same feeling from a long miserable day at work;
That third workout of the week when you're sore as shyt;
Running;
Visiting family in bumfukk that requires a long ass drive;
Reading a book.
Am I a sadists or is this normal?
Thought it was just me
