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Achieving Triathlon Race Weight

28 min · 31. maj 2026
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Don't most of us want to be the most optimal weight for racing? Don't most of us love eating? Don't most of us just let nature take its course and we'll then just race at whatever weight we happened to get to? It doesn't have to be that way. ---------------------------------------- Come join our growing community at www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete [https://www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete] ---------------------------------------- TRANSCRIPT Welcome back to The Lonely Triathlete. On January 2nd, 2026, I stepped on the scale and saw a number I wasn't expecting: 193 pounds. The strange part wasn't the number itself. The strange part was that I was already training again. I had restarted my triathlon training at the end of October. I was doing dryland swim training, cycling, running, and doing all the things endurance athletes are supposed to do. Yet somehow I was carrying around an extra 23 pounds compared to where I sit today. And you know the strangest part of all? I didn't really think I needed to lose weight. I mean, I knew I was way heavier than I wanted to be for race performance but... I didn't look overweight. I wasn't struggling to fit into my clothes. Nobody was pulling me aside to express concern. The weight was distributed evenly enough that I simply looked like a bigger version of myself. Today I'm hovering very close to 170 pounds. So how does a reasonably fit triathlete gain more than 20 pounds while continuing to train? And what happens when those pounds gradually disappear? That's what I want to talk about today. Because this isn't really a story about weight loss. It's a story about habits, performance, health, and a few uncomfortable truths that many endurance athletes probably don't want to hear. One of the biggest mistakes I made was believing that training alone would solve the problem. I had stopped training consistently for a period of time and gained some weight. When I restarted my training in October, I assumed the extra pounds would simply melt away. After all, that's what seemed to happen when I was younger. More training meant more calories burned. More calories burned meant less weight. Simple. Except this time it wasn't. The scale barely moved. Months went by. The training continued. The weight stayed. Looking back, I think I was relying on an old formula that no longer applied. Age changes things. Habits matter more. And unfortunately, there is no amount of Zone 2 riding that can completely erase poor nutritional habits. If I had to identify the single biggest contributor to my weight gain, it would be evening snacking. Potato chips. Pie. Doughnuts. Simple carbohydrates. The kinds of foods that are easy to justify after a hard workout. You tell yourself you've earned it. You tell yourself you've burned enough calories. You tell yourself it's only one snack. And then that one snack becomes a daily habit. The funny thing about gradual weight gain is that it becomes invisible. You adapt. You normalize it. You continue to think of yourself as the athlete you were ten or twenty pounds ago. The scale tells a different story. Eventually I decided it was time to stop guessing and start paying attention. The first thing I did was download the free version of MyFitnessPal and begin tracking calories. That single step changed everything. Not because I became obsessed with numbers. Quite the opposite. It simply gave me awareness. And awareness tends to change behaviour. The second thing I did was increase my protein intake. For me, that mostly came from whey protein shakes. One of the biggest discoveries I made was identifying my danger zone. For me, it wasn't breakfast. It wasn't lunch. It wasn't immediately after training. It was around 8 p.m. That's when the cravings showed up. That's when the urge to snack would hit. That's when good intentions became vulnerable. So instead of waiting until I was hungry enough to make poor choices, I started getting ahead of the problem. I'd drink a protein shake. I'd eat carrots, broccoli, or cauliflower. I'd pour myself a naturally flavoured sparkling water. And something interesting happened. The cravings lost much of their power. They didn't disappear. But they became manageable. Looking back, I honestly think that evening protein shake was one of the most important tools in my entire weight-loss journey. Not because it magically burned fat. Because it reduced the likelihood that I'd reach for something far more calorie-dense. The third change involved alcohol. I didn't eliminate it. I reduced it. I limited myself mostly to weekends and generally capped it at about three drinks in an evening. Again, nothing dramatic. No radical diets. No extreme restrictions. Just a series of small behavioural changes repeated consistently. And that's really the lesson. The weight came off steadily over five months. Not perfectly. Some weeks I lost weight. Some weeks I didn't. Some weeks the scale actually went up. But the overall trend continued downward. That's an important point because so many people expect weight loss to look like a straight line. It doesn't. Neither does fitness. Neither does triathlon training. Neither does life. Progress is messy. What matters is the trend. Now let's talk about performance. Because this is where things became impossible to ignore. The biggest difference has been running. I feel lighter. Not metaphorically. Literally. My feet seem to float across the ground. My stride feels smoother. My footfalls feel softer. Less pounding. Less plodding. More efficiency. Last September I ran a 10K in roughly 47 and a half minutes. Recently I ran a 46-minute 10K. About a minute and a half faster. Now, weight loss isn't the entire explanation. I've also trained consistently. My fitness has improved. But it's difficult to imagine that losing 23 pounds hasn't played a significant role. When you think about it, every step in a run requires lifting and moving your body weight forward. When you remove 23 pounds from that equation, the savings accumulate over thousands of steps. Cycling has been a little different. On flat terrain I don't notice a dramatic difference. But my watts-per-kilogram have steadily increased. Partly because my FTP has improved. Partly because there's simply less of me to move. On climbs, physics becomes your friend. Swimming? Honestly, I don't notice much difference. If there is a performance gain there, it's subtle compared to what I've experienced on the run. This naturally leads to the concept of race weight. One of the books that influenced my thinking on this topic is Race Weight by Matt Fitzgerald. One of Fitzgerald's key points is that race weight is not the lightest possible version of yourself. That's important. Because chasing the lowest number on the scale can become unhealthy very quickly. Instead, Fitzgerald describes race weight as the weight that naturally results from consistently practicing high-quality nutrition habits. In other words, race weight is an outcome. Not a target. I love that idea because it shifts the focus away from appearance and toward behaviour. The goal isn't to become skinny. The goal isn't to look good in a mirror. The goal is to become the healthiest and most capable athlete you can be. That brings me to another question. What are the health implications of carrying an extra 20-plus pounds? Now, I haven't had my blood work done yet. I'm planning to do that at the end of race season, along with another DEXA scan. So I don't have hard numbers to compare. But we do know that excess body weight—even in people who are relatively fit—can influence important health markers. It can reduce insulin sensitivity. It can elevate triglycerides. It can increase systemic inflammation. It can place additional strain on joints. It can contribute to higher blood pressure over time. Interestingly, my blood pressure has remained stable throughout this process, which is great. But I'll be fascinated to see whether my DEXA scan and blood work reveal improvements that mirror the changes I've already noticed in training and performance. Perhaps the most interesting reaction I've received came from my brother. I showed him my weight-loss graph. He looked at it and asked if the graph also represented my happiness level. In other words, as the weight went down, was I becoming less happy? I laughed because I think that question captures how many people view weight loss. They imagine deprivation. Sacrifice. Misery. Constant hunger. A joyless existence. That wasn't my experience at all. Was I hungrier in the evenings? Absolutely. But I managed it. I drank water. I had vegetables ready to go. I used protein strategically. I worked with my hunger rather than pretending it didn't exist. And the result wasn't unhappiness. It was actually the opposite. I feel better. I move better. My clothes fit better. My running feels better. My confidence is higher. My strength has improved despite eating fewer calories because I also began a twice-weekly strength training routine back in January. That's another lesson worth mentioning. Weight loss doesn't have to mean becoming weaker. When approached properly, you can improve body composition while becoming stronger. Finally, I think it's important to discuss the difference between pursuing performance and becoming obsessed with body image. These are not the same thing. Endurance athletes need to be careful here. A desire to optimize race weight can be healthy. An obsession with every pound can be unhealthy. The question I like to ask myself is this: If nobody could see my body, would I still want to lose this weight? For me, the answer was yes. Because this wasn't about appearance. It was about performance. Health. Longevity. Feeling better. Moving better. Becoming a stronger athlete. Those motivations feel healthy and sustainable. So where should someone start if they want to move closer to an ideal race weight? Keep it simple. Track what you're eating for a week. Not to judge yourself. To learn. Increase protein. Reduce liquid calories. Find healthier substitutes for your biggest nutritional weaknesses. Focus on food quality before obsessing over quantity. Aim for consistency rather than perfection. And most importantly, think in months rather than weeks. Nobody expects to go from couch to Ironman in six weeks. Yet people routinely expect dramatic body composition changes in that amount of time. The same principles apply. Small actions. Repeated consistently. Over long periods of time. Five months ago I weighed 193 pounds. Today I'm very close to 170. And the biggest lesson I've learned is that I wasn't carrying 23 pounds. I was carrying 23 pounds and a collection of habits. The habits were the real weight. Once those changed, everything else started to follow. In September I'll be getting another DEXA scan and blood work. I'm genuinely curious to see whether the improvements I've noticed in performance show up in the data as well. When those results come in, I'll share them here on the podcast. Until then, thanks for listening to The Lonely Triathlete. Keep showing up. Keep training. And remember that sometimes the biggest gains don't come from working harder. They come from making a few better choices and repeating them long enough for them to matter.

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When Race Season Ends

What do we do when the racing season ends? Put our feet up and chill out? And lose all that hard earned fitness? Not this time. ---------------------------------------- Come join the fun at www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete [https://www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete] ---------------------------------------- TRANSCRIPT What do you do when your race season is over? I've been asking myself that question all week. For almost an entire year, my life revolved around one goal: qualify for the World Championships. Six days a week I trained. Every workout had a purpose. Every interval session, every endurance ride, every swim, every run—it all pointed toward one day on the calendar. When my alarm went off at 6:00 a.m., I didn't have to negotiate with myself. I knew why I was getting up. There was no debate. The goal made the decision for me. And after nearly a year of consistent training... I qualified. It was one of the most satisfying athletic achievements of my life. Then, because I'm human—and because my ego wasn't quite finished—I signed up for one more race. I wanted to prove to myself that qualifying wasn't a fluke. Fortunately, that race went well too. Mission accomplished. And now... The triathlon season around here is over. So now what? For years, I've handled the offseason the same way. I take the entire month of August off. No structured training. No TrainerRoad. No worrying about fitness. I sleep in. Go for casual rides. Eat a little more. Enjoy life. Honestly... It's wonderful. I think every athlete deserves periods of genuine recovery. The body needs it. The mind definitely needs it. But over the years I've noticed something. Recovery quietly turns into detraining. By September my FTP has usually dropped about thirty watts. Thirty watts doesn't sound dramatic. But here's what I've learned. The problem isn't losing thirty watts. The problem is how long it takes to earn them back. Every autumn I spend two or three months simply returning to where I was before I stopped training. Only then can I begin building new fitness. It's like climbing halfway up a mountain, hiking back down to the parking lot, and then spending weeks just getting back to the place where you turned around. This year... I don't want to do that. Instead, I'm going to experiment. Rather than stopping completely, I'm going to shift into what I'd call a maintenance phase. Just three rides each week. One longer endurance ride. Two quality sessions—threshold or VO₂ max work. The objective isn't to improve. The objective is simply to hold onto as much fitness as I reasonably can while giving both my body and mind a chance to recover. It sounds simple. But psychologically... It's proving much harder than I expected. I just got back from a five-day cycling trip with friends. And I say "cycling" in quotation marks because we were riding e-bikes at a wonderfully relaxed pace. Before I go any further, let me just say this... Seattle is an incredible cycling city. Bike lanes everywhere. Protected paths through parks. Trails beside rivers. Routes along the ocean. It feels like a city designed by people who actually ride bikes. If you've never cycled there, I highly recommend it. But once I got home... Reality hit. Only one week has passed since my last race. One week. And already I feel... Less motivated. Less fit. Which is funny because physiologically I probably haven't lost very much fitness at all. Fitness doesn't disappear in seven days. Research on endurance athletes consistently shows that most aerobic adaptations are remarkably resilient over short breaks. You may notice your legs feel a little flat, but meaningful losses in aerobic capacity and threshold power usually take several weeks—not several days—to develop. So if my body hasn't changed very much... Why do I already feel different? I think the answer has very little to do with physiology. I think it has everything to do with purpose. Sports psychologists often talk about the power of goal-directed behavior. Clear goals don't just tell us what to do—they organize our attention, our habits, and even our identity. When we know why we're training, our brains spend far less energy debating whether we should train. Motivation isn't something we magically possess. It's something our goals create. There's another concept in psychology called Self-Determination Theory. It suggests that people stay motivated when three basic psychological needs are being met: autonomy, competence, and relatedness. Autonomy means we feel we're choosing our actions. Competence means we feel ourselves improving. Relatedness means we feel connected to other people through what we're doing. During race season, triathlon checks every one of those boxes. I choose to train. Every workout gives me evidence that I'm improving. And every race connects me to a community of people pursuing similar goals. Then suddenly... The season ends. The races disappear. The training plan ends. The improvements become harder to measure. And without realizing it, one or more of those psychological needs begins to fade. No wonder motivation feels different. I don't think I'm losing discipline. I think I've temporarily lost direction. Last week I knew exactly who I was. I was someone trying to qualify for Worlds. Today... I'm just a guy standing in the garage wondering if I really need to ride the trainer tonight. That identity shift is surprisingly unsettling. I suspect many athletes experience this after a major goal. Maybe runners after a marathon. Cyclists after a gran fondo. Parents after their kids leave home. Professionals after retirement. When a chapter ends, we're left asking a surprisingly uncomfortable question: "Who am I now?" Maybe that's the real challenge of the offseason. Not maintaining fitness. Maintaining purpose. I've been thinking a lot about how to solve that. And I don't think the answer is to immediately find another massive goal. I think it's smaller than that. I think I simply need a plan. Not a vague intention. A written plan. For the next couple of months that means maintenance riding, a few local 10K races just for fun, and volunteering at some triathlon events so I stay connected to the community. After that... I'll begin building my roadmap toward next year's World Championships. But this time I want to do something I've never really done before. I'm going to write the entire thing out. The milestones. The training blocks. The recovery periods. The races. Everything. Because visible plans reduce decision fatigue. When the workout is already on paper, you don't wake up asking, "Should I train today?" You simply execute the next step. That's what goals do. They remove uncertainty. They replace motivation with routine. And maybe that's the lesson I'm learning this week. Purpose isn't something that accidentally appears. It's something we intentionally build. When one season ends, another one doesn't magically begin. We have to create it. So that's my project this week. Not increasing my FTP. Not becoming fitter. Simply creating enough structure that, when September arrives, I haven't lost the fitness—or the sense of purpose—that took an entire year to build. I'll let you know how it goes. Until next time... Peace.

21. juli 202613 min
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[PREVIEW] When Race Season Ends

What do we do when the racing season ends? Put our feet up and chill out? And lose all that hard earned fitness? Not this time. ---------------------------------------- TRANSCRIPT What do you do when your race season is over? I've been asking myself that question all week. For almost an entire year, my life revolved around one goal: qualify for the World Championships. Six days a week I trained. Every workout had a purpose. Every interval session, every endurance ride, every swim, every run—it all pointed toward one day on the calendar. When my alarm went off at 6:00 a.m., I didn't have to negotiate with myself. I knew why I was getting up. There was no debate. The goal made the decision for me. And after nearly a year of consistent training... I qualified. It was one of the most satisfying athletic achievements of my life. Then, because I'm human—and because my ego wasn't quite finished—I signed up for one more race. I wanted to prove to myself that qualifying wasn't a fluke. Fortunately, that race went well too. Mission accomplished. And now... The triathlon season around here is over. So now what? For years, I've handled the offseason the same way. I take the entire month of August off. No structured training. No TrainerRoad. No worrying about fitness. I sleep in. Go for casual rides. Eat a little more. Enjoy life. Honestly... It's wonderful. I think every athlete deserves periods of genuine recovery. The body needs it. The mind definitely needs it. But over the years I've noticed something. Recovery quietly turns into detraining. By September my FTP has usually dropped about thirty watts. Thirty watts doesn't sound dramatic. But here's what I've learned. The problem isn't losing thirty watts. The problem is how long it takes to earn them back. Every autumn I spend two or three months simply returning to where I was before I stopped training. Only then can I begin building new fitness. It's like climbing halfway up a mountain, hiking back down to the parking lot, and then spending weeks just getting back to the place where you turned around. This year... I don't want to do that. Instead, I'm going to experiment. Rather than stopping completely, I'm going to shift into what I'd call a maintenance phase. Just three rides each week. One longer endurance ride. Two quality sessions—threshold or VO₂ max work. The objective isn't to improve. The objective is simply to hold onto as much fitness as I reasonably can while giving both my body and mind a chance to recover. It sounds simple. But psychologically... It's proving much harder than I expected. I just got back from a five-day cycling trip with friends. And I say "cycling" in quotation marks because we were riding e-bikes at a wonderfully relaxed pace. Before I go any further, let me just say this... Seattle is an incredible cycling city. Bike lanes everywhere. Protected paths through parks. Trails beside rivers. Routes along the ocean. It feels like a city designed by people who actually ride bikes. If you've never cycled there, I highly recommend it. But once I got home... Reality hit. Only one week has passed since my last race. One week. And already I feel... Less motivated. Less fit. Which is funny because physiologically I probably haven't lost very much fitness at all. Fitness doesn't disappear in seven days. Research on endurance athletes consistently shows that most aerobic adaptations are remarkably resilient over short breaks. You may notice your legs feel a little flat, but meaningful losses in aerobic capacity and threshold power usually take several weeks—not several days—to develop. So if my body hasn't changed very much... Why do I already feel different? I think the answer has very little to do with physiology. I think it has everything to do with purpose. Sports psychologists often talk about the power of goal-directed behavior. Clear goals don't just tell us what to do—they organize our attention, our habits, and even our identity. When we know why we're training, our brains spend far less energy debating whether we should train. Motivation isn't something we magically possess. It's something our goals create. There's another concept in psychology called Self-Determination Theory. It suggests that people stay motivated when three basic psychological needs are being met: autonomy, competence, and relatedness. Autonomy means we feel we're choosing our actions. Competence means we feel ourselves improving. Relatedness means we feel connected to other people through what we're doing. During race season, triathlon checks every one of those boxes. I choose to train. Every workout gives me evidence that I'm improving. And every race connects me to a community of people pursuing similar goals. Then suddenly... The season ends. The races disappear. The training plan ends. The improvements become harder to measure. And without realizing it, one or more of those psychological needs begins to fade. No wonder motivation feels different. I don't think I'm losing discipline. I think I've temporarily lost direction. Last week I knew exactly who I was. I was someone trying to qualify for Worlds. Today... I'm just a guy standing in the garage wondering if I really need to ride the trainer tonight. That identity shift is surprisingly unsettling. I suspect many athletes experience this after a major goal. Maybe runners after a marathon. Cyclists after a gran fondo. Parents after their kids leave home. Professionals after retirement. When a chapter ends, we're left asking a surprisingly uncomfortable question: "Who am I now?" Maybe that's the real challenge of the offseason. Not maintaining fitness. Maintaining purpose. I've been thinking a lot about how to solve that. And I don't think the answer is to immediately find another massive goal. I think it's smaller than that. I think I simply need a plan. Not a vague intention. A written plan. For the next couple of months that means maintenance riding, a few local 10K races just for fun, and volunteering at some triathlon events so I stay connected to the community. After that... I'll begin building my roadmap toward next year's World Championships. But this time I want to do something I've never really done before. I'm going to write the entire thing out. The milestones. The training blocks. The recovery periods. The races. Everything. Because visible plans reduce decision fatigue. When the workout is already on paper, you don't wake up asking, "Should I train today?" You simply execute the next step. That's what goals do. They remove uncertainty. They replace motivation with routine. And maybe that's the lesson I'm learning this week. Purpose isn't something that accidentally appears. It's something we intentionally build. When one season ends, another one doesn't magically begin. We have to create it. So that's my project this week. Not increasing my FTP. Not becoming fitter. Simply creating enough structure that, when September arrives, I haven't lost the fitness—or the sense of purpose—that took an entire year to build. I'll let you know how it goes. Until next time... Peace.

21. juli 20265 min
episode Triathlon Injuries and the Five Stages of Grief artwork

Triathlon Injuries and the Five Stages of Grief

We all get injured and we all deal with it differently. It recently occurred to me that I seem to go through stages of grief when I am injured. And I don't make the best decisions for my long term health until I reach the last stage. ---------------------------------------- Join the fun at www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete [https://www.patreon.com/thelonelytriathlete] ---------------------------------------- TRANSCRIPT Triathlon Injuries and The 5 Stages of Grief Today I want to use the 5 Stages of Grief as a framework to talk about how we, as triathletes, often experience injuries. The Five Stages of Grief weren't actually created to explain sports injuries—or even the grief we feel after someone dies. They were originally observations of people facing their own mortality. Modern psychology tells us grief isn't nearly that tidy. But I've found those five emotions to be a surprisingly useful lens for understanding what happens in my own head every time an injury threatens a session or perhaps a season. As a quick recap, 3 weeks before my end of June race, I hurt my back. And I mean, I really hurt it. I had to take 8 complete days away from training and there were a few moments where I entertained the possibility that I might not be able to race in the World Championship qualifying race that I had been training for for 9 months. With all of my focus on rest, recovery, nutrition, medical attention and every marginally effective treatment I could think of, I managed to get to a place where I thought I might be able to race pain-free. And then, on the Friday before the Sunday race I hurt a different part of my back or neck. Once again, I faced difficult emotions but with luck on my side (and a million units of pain killer in my system) I managed to perform an all-time best race and secure my invitation to join Team Canada and represent at the World Triathlon Championships in Germany next year. My plan was to recover this past week, then get in some short hard efforts next week and once again race a Standard Distance here in Victoria. A race where I came 2nd in my category last year. Yet when I woke up this morning, I had difficuly walking due to a really sore hip. So, once again, I am forced to take extra time off for injury. And it reminded me that I seem to go through the same emotional journey every single time I get injured. I don't think it's just disappointment—I think it's grief. Not grief because someone died, but grief because, in a way, the athlete I thought I was for the next few weeks suddenly disappeared. So, what are the 5 Stage of Grief? And remember, we don't always go through them all and we don't necessarily go through them in a linear order. Stage 1: Denial "I'll be fine." My typical thoughts: It's just tight. I'll loosen up tomorrow. I'll still do my long run. Maybe I'll just bike instead. As triathletes, or simply very motivated people, we often tend to ignore warning signs because training has taught us to push through discomfort. No pain, no gain, right? And if you are anything like me, you've probably Googled 'Can I run on a torn [blank]?' hoping the internet says yes. You know who you are. Stage 2: Anger "This isn't fair." This is where frustration appears. Examples: Why now? I was finally getting fit. Everyone else is training. I did everything right. The timing is unbelievable! If you find yourself in this stage my advice to you would be to avoid social media because it can be almost unbearable to see friends and competitors on Strava crushing their workouts. Stage 3: Bargaining This is probably the funniest stage. "If I only run easy..." "What if I skip intervals and do some Base work instead?" "I'll wear compression sleeves." "I'll ice it." "I'll take one more recovery day." "I'll only run downhill." This is where athletes become expert negotiators with themselves. Now, there is nothing wrong with trying to find a logical, reasonable compromise to work around an injury but realize this is a very dangerous place to be. There is a fine line between "getting through an injury" and "making it much worse". Stage 4: Sadness This is the hardest part. The realization sets in: I'm going to lose fitness. That race might be over. My routine is gone. My identity takes a hit. We feel this way because training isn't just exercise — it's structure, stress relief, community, and confidence. Losing it feels much bigger than just missing a workout. Finally, Stage 5: Acceptance This is where good decisions FINALLY happen. Instead of asking: "How do I save this race?" You begin asking: "What's the smartest way forward?" Examples: Seeing a physiotherapist. Following a rehab plan. Adjusting goals. Cross-training. Sleeping more. Letting HEALING become the training. I've noticed that I can't skip straight to LOGIC. My brain wants to BARGAIN first. It wants to find shortcuts and loopholes. But eventually I reach acceptance, and that's when I actually start making good decisions. The sooner I recognize the emotional process, the sooner I stop fighting reality and start healing. I think it's been the realization that I need to go through these stages of grief when I am injured that have allowed me to stay calmer, cooler, less emotionally charged from my recent setbacks. It isn't easy at any level but the more quickly I move to acceptance, the more quickly I can begin to heal. And while we can't always control how quickly we get to that level the mere fact of recognizing what is happening to us emotionally is one of the biggest pieces of that puzzle. So, if you're injured right now, maybe give yourself a little grace. You might not just be dealing with sore muscles—you might be grieving the session, sessions or even season you thought you were going to have. That's normal. Just don't make permanent training decisions based on TEMPORARY EMOTIONS. Until next time, Peace

6. juli 202612 min