*i'll be rolling my eyes till they drop*---
No shred yesterday, but did some stretching and it felt goo-ooo-od.
Living at home at the moment sucks. Not that I'd have any problems with the other five members of my family, it's just that there's a renovation going on. And the two or so center rooms are being renovated and the two of the toilets too. You have to go outdoors first to get to the kitchen.
Also the other shower can't be used at the moment, which means that we all have to use the third bathroom (where the other shower is too).
And that pretty much sucks because, like I said, there are six of us living here. My sister should leave now since she's 18 in my opinion. Ain't I just fair. 
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Oh yes, the Adidas soft step insoles (or at least the other one) fell apart after like three or four sessions.
10 euros! ...luckily I didn't pay them myself. 
They were actually pretty nice as long as they last. Though they aren't kaputt that badly yet, I can still use them.
Tip by Lauri Jii:
When I found out that my shoes were getting holes in the soles, I started to think how to fix it. Obviously taking them to a shoemaker and let them put new soles there would be the best option, but who really has time for it? I don’t have, and the nearest shoemaker is probably 20km from us.
Then I thought the duct tape.
Actually I was searching the tape roll when I finally got one of those “achieving enlightment” feelings.
Bingo.
Snap.
I found a roll of this special tape you put to the hockey stick for better grip and to protect the ‘blade’ (what is it called?). It’s “erkka” or “eristysteippi” or something like that in Finnish in case you understand Finnish but didn’t know what I meant. And it’s white instead of black.
I think it’s good stuff, but like any tape it becomes worn out after a couple of sessions. At the moment I’m making some serious product developing – I wonder how the result would be if I first put the duct tape and then this “special tape”...
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By the way, I just got a new nickname from my 4-year old sister. So far “Laatta” (= something like “slab” in English) was just the place where I shred at summer, but now it’s almost officially my name too.
I hear the call of “Navetta”, I’ll go to shred.
edit: woo-hoo, 7 pages already and the story still continues...
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). I ate my stomach full at the buffet, but luckily didn't took any 'major damage' because of that. 
Mainly my viewers were people who came for a smoke next to me, or then just random drunk people. Most likely both.
So long my amateur days, I'm a *pro* now! 
Though I think we saved the situation pretty nicely. What concerns me, is that she's this year four and a lot sharper...