Probably the worst bullshit of the week is that the week started off with some kind of crap and continues to be like this

I mean, as usual, this shit happened right at the worst possible moment, when nobody was expecting it. There were some warning signs, though - last weekend I noticed on my devices that my body temperature was high and my heart rate was up, which are kind of like signs that you’re catching a cold, man, so get ready - you’re in for a rough time

Well, I guess the back-and-forth trip to Paris added even more stress to my system, and by the end of this week, it seems my body finally decided to shut me down for good. It didn’t turn out well. Because you have to stop training again, you have to get back into shape, and depression - that little bitch - sits there waiting to throw another black cloud over you, and there you go

That’s why today’s health biometrics look like this. By the way, it’s funny that in any case, you can predict the impending disaster based on certain metrics

But I’m not going to dwell on the topic of health in this week’s column. Or am I? 

So basically, that’s the gist of the week - and the whole thread along with it. We’re sitting around feeling under the weather, dragging ourselves into the office, skipping workouts, and complaining about the whole thing. The trip to Paris flew by completely unnoticed - we arrived, hung out at the conference, packed up, and headed back to Germany. It took a day, about 12 hours on the road, 1,200 km round trip. Fun. On May 17, we’re off to Paris again, but this time for a week, because the French Ministry of Health’s HIIT program is starting. Fun fact: I understand medical French way better than any other kind of French. The same shit happens with “chatting” - basically, it’s easier for me to explain what’s going on inside your body using medical terminology than to say the weather outside is fucking shitty

So I wolfed down some baguette and pastries this morning - the highlight of my whole week. I also had a little quiet laugh at the photographer’s expense (I shouldn’t have done that - everyone was there), though now I’ll probably have to dig through my conference photos for the organizers. Because jokes aside, showing up to shoot the gaffe with a Canon 18-55 lens - which, if you’ve lost the cap, you can only use by plugging the mount - is certainly impressive

It certainly looks like I really had to struggle to put together this weekly recap, because the week was a total mess. Or maybe I’m just not really in the right frame of mind to express my thoughts clearly and openly right now. Who knows. I guess depression is weighing me down right now, too. Some kind of invisible (yeah, right, as if it’s not obvious) companion in my life 

Anyway, what’s done is done; we’re all about honesty and openness here

P.S. If you try to speak German with your neighbors, you’ll find out that you don’t understand a damn thing

I wonder, is there such a thing as a French accent in German?