Confronting Dimensions – A Non-Speculative Report

It was baby dawn and I woke up all determined to win & ready to fight the war. I reached the line of control, pramming along carefully, my do-or-die vigor. I was welcomed rather warmly into the war front. I embarked with fresh blood zeal, feeling like a winner even before the battle began. I walked, I pedaled & I climbed, firing away the myths about the ability of the procrastinator to meet colossus demands of focus & sweat. Yet, at the end of it all, I saw that I had got nowhere. I was right where I began. So were the warriors around me who were indulged in their selfish pursuits of our common goals, parallely. But no, I am not a quitter. I would hit and keep hitting my targets until I conquer the padded sites. Until I get the uninvited guests, pirates who have almost formed a luxurious colony, abscond forever. For now, my ambush strike would have knocked a little opulence out of them. It did. I could feel it. I thanked my ardent sense-nudger for all this; for having given me the kick start I needed very badly, as I walked out of Dimensions Fitness Studio.