holofit update #8 - Keep on Trotting, keep on trotting...

Today, I entered the gym with no particular goal in mind; other than to try and wear myself out as much as I possibly could. While I've been feeling healthier, have lost weight, and gained extra endurance, strength, and tone across various parts of my body, the one thing that I have not gained in spades since starting this fitness journey is a very important thing.

Unrelated image of horses via PixaBay, credit to Bhkati2.

Mental Resilience.

If anything, the last few weeks have seen a steady deterioration of my attitudes toward an enormous number of things, and a general sense of frustration at events, outcomes, and systems of the world that will forever remain out of my control.

I'm not being vague here, but I don't want to make this a political post.

I had a thought in the shower after the gym today:

My voice is like the chirping of a cricket. I'm heard, but no one will listen to what I have to say.

Which brings me to the conclusion of - why say anything at all?

Which leads to the positive feedback loop of stewing on a mixture of frustration, anger, and general despair directed toward the context of Australian society, capitalism, and the shallow narratives portrayed by media; while anti-corruption watch dogs tenuously deliberate about the definition of corruption while it happens under their very noses.

I'm disillusioned with the social construct that is society.

That's my fuel for my continued journey into fitness land, wherever that will lead me. Writing the above made me feel objectively better; punishing myself in the gym and pushing physical boundaries is the real treatment for this ailment.

Today, I jumped on the treadmill, set the speed to ten kilometres, and pushed. My initial goal was to get through a single song (7:11 playtime) - I ended up going for just over twelve minutes, hitting my two kilometres without a single stop, or slowing of my pace.

It wasn't my fastest two kilometres ever, at an average speed of 9.9 kilometres per hour (taking into account the treadmill getting up to speed) - but it was two kilometres without changing my cadence one bit.

That felt amazing. I then used the rower for a little while, before doing a lot of floor work with the kettle bells, some core work, and some medicine ball slams. They were incredibly cathartic.

The diet-side of the equation is still going well, but I am forever, and endlessly tempted by nutritionally hollow food. I avoided that today, when at the supermarket, my favourite type of biscuits were on sale, but I avoided them. They're always my weakness. I didn't even point out the fact that they were on sale to my partner.

I'll post another update when I've done another weigh in. That should happen either later this week, or next week.