I’m the opposite of a certain Stark: I lose all my battles, but I’m still winning the war. I guess that makes me a Lannister.
Physically and mentally week 1 has been full of shit. My very own shit, manufactured by my bad habits and a depressive episode creeping up (fuck that). It’s also been the scene of my very first voluntary full-on cardio session ever - namely today. Which is technically week 2, but as they say in Westeros: Nothing matters but how it ends.
I’ve been jogging up and down 14 floors of stairs for 22 minutes today at a more than healthy pace. At the end my legs were quivering (and had been doing so for the last 8 minutes) and my asthma-ridden lungs were threatening to make good on their earlier promise (around the 14 minute mark, I think) to empty my stomach. Which means I probably did it at a bit high intensity. But you know what? I liked it. I loved it. And I will do it again the day after tomorrow. 3 times a week, to give my lungs and heart a chance to recover between sessions.
Not only did this small victory breach a huge wall in my physical regime, but since I did it first thing in the morning it also means I’m up with plenty of time to spare. So I’m not stressed either. Both physical and mental benefits? A strategic victory indeed.
Tomorrow is my first day of the 100 pushups and 200 situps regime. The baseline has been set, and it’s not high - but we’ll see how this war goes now that I’m rolling again.