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@that-guy-who-does-stuff-blog1
I was an adventurer like you.
I’ve injured my left leg. During November’s run I was running awkwardly and my left calf cramped up about 2km into my run. Ever since then it hasn’t been the same. Cramping up randomly, pain in my thigh, knee joint ache and stiffness. I took yesterday off for some rest and going back today to focus on a core work out and muscle building. I might face my oldest nemesis. The rowing machine!
There has been a change.
My body is changing, muscles are becoming defined, stomach is becoming less jelly... My form is under metamorphosis.
I do not weigh myself as a rule. It seems counterintuitive if you have a slow or bad week and you get no change, you tend to throw it out the window. Silly I know. I’ve seen it, no weight loss people tend make concessions “oh well another piece of cake won’t hurt, I’m having a shit week anyway..” then it spirals. I see food as fuel and this stage. I won’t calorie count, I have cut down on booze as it makes running harder. My wife ran 5km with a hang over, she hated it. Normally it boosts her and gives her confidence, but this one just dented it slightly. She said she felt rough. I reckon she would have smashed it if she wasn’t feeling a bit groggy.
Running up hill has been pretty tough. Yesterday, I felt low on energy and in my mood, I went for speed and distance towards the end of my run. The first half was all up hill, with a gradual decline into the second half. I hit 2miles in 26 minutes. I wanted to up my weights & routine at the gym, but I was called away and unable to finish my set. Might go back for a top up later this evening 🤞🏻.
It’s November you cretinous bastards.
It’s November!! If you crawled out from under a rock where you had no idea of time you’d think it was Christmas! I swear it’s getting earlier every year! I’m not a fan of Christmas. It’s warped consumerism has disenfranchised me. My wife (who loves Christmas) tells me one of our neighbors has started putting up their Christmas lights... queue eye rolling and borderline frustration/anger. “It’s for the kids” yeah sure... it’s for you subconsciously to fill that void in your life. It takes you back to your childhood we’re times where simpler and your innocent notion of the world was still virgin white like pure driven snow. Before the corruption, the greed and hardships battered you down into this resilient, thick skinned adult. Don’t drag me into your void just yet. I enjoy my life. I have a beautiful caring wife, equally cute baby girl, roof over my head and food in my belly. My job is good. Don’t get me wrong, we have our stresses. But I don’t hibernate in the warm glow of the Christmas tree. I face it, get real and sort it. Then maybe a cheeky glass of Red.
Understand my frustrations, to see the miracle of Christmas only to be describe as a highlight in sales. To see dressed up and thrust in my face like a cheap cake, it’s colourful and sugar but underneath that butter cream is the soft dry sponge of “we want your money and conform to your social obligation” peppered with the old husked fruit of religion. It’s Jesus’s Birthday!!
Buckets of sweat & the pilgrimage to the house of pain.
When I’m travelling to the House of pain, my sadistic lover, my sweat lodge. I have to make a small journey. It comprises of passing various fast food outlets and sugar caffeine halls of sadness. I always use it as motivation.
I’ve never been one for a cheeky Portuguese chicken eatery or a quick slap dash McBurger 🤡 . I’ve seen to many things in the food industry I guess or to many stories. I don’t mind the odd takeaway... I guess ignorance is bliss?(I can’t see the state of it?!) A small part of my weird grey matter is it’s always curious and my attention to the details seem to spoil the instant gratification of it all. Instant food. People can’t get water, but we can’t get the out of ours cars to get food. Drive throughs. Hate them. I digress, I enjoy my route to my mate Gym. I look at all the people eating cakes and burgers. The mess they make across the parking facilities. It very gross. Very human. Almost primal, like leaving a carcass behind. I stroll through the vultures in their metal box on wheels, gobbling up the last morsel of the instant karma meal. I swell with pride to know my destination is the gymnasium. It’s almost cathartic.
I tend to be the sweatest, moist, salty guy who ever lived when I’m at the gym. I could be a human salt lick for a weird horse with a human fetish. I don’t why... is this a sign of how incredibly unfit I am? Saying that my years of working with ice cream and chilled desserts have ravaged my body in a very strange way. I over heat. Yup. Anything over 21c I’m gonna start getting a big warm. Must be the time I spent working in -25c conditions or the constant 5-8c cool air blowing on my face. I hope it’s because I’m working hard.
He’s on my mind 24/7. His name is Gym.
I’m smashing this gym malarky!
2miles up hill & a weight set. 3 days a week. Not fucking bad. I’m going from flab Dad to fab Dad! I’m loving it. P.S I drink my protein shake in the shower.
2 miles up hill mofo!!
That Gym, one hell of a guy👌🏻
Running at elevations has to be the quickest way I’ve experienced such a stamina and speed boost. 4wks of training & bam! I’m hitting a PB on 5km. My new best is 30m 42s,
I know a guy called gym.
SO I FUCKING JOINED A GYM. Open 24/7. Has a sweet ass teleporting device. Nope security doors. It was hella busy... thou. I proper got lost before the gym aswell.
I swear people don’t work out anymore... I’m sweating my balls off, getting my heart rate to a chill 182... (I was fucking dieing) panting like a horror movie survivor hiding in a closet while psycho killer machete enthusiast is looking for my fat ass. I’m belting it, cause cardio, I swear I had 3 different people on the trend mill to the left. They do a little jog... chat with a mate... fuck around the keyboard.... then leave. They are constantly pissing around with snapchat (I do aswell, sweaty ugly selfie win) I feel like I’m dead sweaty, but people pulling duck faces. Fuck it. I loved it. I’m not going peak time again. I’m gonna try a 5am rather than a 5pm... hopefully it won’t be the only flabby losers.
I'm trying and failing
Man, exercise is difficult if you can’t get motivated. I haven't been for a run since June. I could not be less arsed to do anything.
Back from the bed
After 2 infections, a string of colds and ill child. I'm back! So today will be a return after a few months of doing utterly nothing. I hope I'm not to rusty. I'll take 5km in 38 minutes. It's really muggy out today in London. I've never been one for heat. I tend to melt quicker than accidental chocolate on a white t-shirt. But it doesn't matter. I'm back baby.
How the f***??
I'm still ill, infections aren't fun. Fuck this.
I’ve been sick.
GAH illnesses! I hate being ill, been suffering from a pretty bad virus, had me out of action for two weeks.
Lets talk numbers!!
Numbers johnny!! Its a numbers game!! It’s Meters, seconds, pounds, stones, joules and miles. I’ve in the past run the 5 km in 32-33 minutes, with very little training. Maybe the odd jog now and then. I use to go to the gym a bit but nothing that really gave much in the ways of results.
So I’m a 6ft and 16 stone (101.6 kgs/ 224lbs) The average peak human runs at 10-15 miles per hour... (regardless of age/ gender) or 16-24 km per hour. I’m at the lower end of that lovely googled scale. Running roughly a 1km every 7.5 minutes. Which is cool. I got the speed, but damn I lack the stamina!
Today's run was alright, got home from a busy day in the office, laced up my shoes and went for it. Despite the 4:30 am get up (because...babies and sleep regression. Whoop!) I think i gave a good account of myself 4.60km, ave pace 1 km in 7 mins 7 seconds, 3rd run of the year! Looking forward to some results, next run Friday.
Shattered. But improved. Quicker.
Some times you just gotta relax.
I didn’t run yesterday, I had to much on. Catching up on house work and I got to have some time with my little one. It’s nice to relax like that. Chill out and take stock, I would like to run tonight if possible if I get home in good time. 5k is calling me name, especially after the weekends run. I’m one of those people who gets an idea and just let’s it consume them, until I’m bored of it.
Late ones and the m4 & m5 grind
Stumbled home with my babe in arms, she threw a massive wobbler. Crawled into bed @ 00:30. I didn’t drink much, but had a really late dinner. Day of rest today, to a degree. We have the return journey home.
Yesterday's pre run face.