There was a strange cushiness to the start of the decade that I despised. Week 9 wasn’t a struggle. It wasn’t even hard. It was boring.
It was an entire week dedicated to dieting. I only did 1 day completed of exercise.
The air prevented me from properly allowing myself to complete exercise.
And I even lazily took a day off on Saturday.
What the hell happened?
That’s easy to answer, Damocles.
Too many days off has caused this rot inside of you.
And its not even completely your fault. If it was entirely your fault, then perhaps you would feel better, but it isn’t. Its the ever fluctuating weather.
And the fact that yesterday you tried, but ended up injuring your left leg again.
The amount of pain I’ve felt in this damn leg, make me want to chop it off and replace it with a mechanical one, cos its been preventing me from fully exploiting my new-found energy and health.
I’ve been forced to walk, hobble and limp my running sessions and do push-ups and sit-ups and stretches.
And I can’t properly skip either.
I miss my exercise. I miss the sweat. The energy and the endorphins.
I miss being able to have 1 hour completely alone for myself.
But this close to the TET festival, I can’t catch a break. Its full-tilt until the finish line. I’m too busy helping others …. (read more here)
I’m annoyed with myself. Progress is slowing and almost halted.
That is not how I want things to go. This week, I got to find replacement exercises to do indoors, otherwise I’ll go insane with frustration and my lack of discipline.
Research Damocles. Start doing some. All good work starts with research, briefing yourself and preparing your steps for the future. Then all you have to do is put one foot forward.
Week 9. Cushy, Boring, Shit and Disappointing.
You have only yourself to blame and so pick yourself up again and get back at it, bushfire smoke or not.
Get inventive and creative and maybe focus on something else than just cardio.
You got a brain Damocles. Use it.