Training

Listen, Genos. You just have to keep doing it. No matter how hard it gets. It took me three years to get this strong.

One hundred push-ups! One hundred sit-ups! One hundred squats! Then a 10km run! Every single day!

And of course, make sure you eat three meals a day. Just a banana in the morning is fine. But the most important thing is to never use the A/C or heat in the summer or winter so that you can strengthen the mind. In the beginning, you'll wish you were dead. You might start thinking what't the harm of taking a day off? But for me, in order to be a strong hero, no matter how tough it was, even if I was spitting blood, I never stopped. I kept doing squats even when my legs were so heavy they refused to move. Even when my arms started making weird clicking noises, I kept doing push-ups.

A year and a half later, I started to notice a difference. I was bald...and I had become stronger!

In other words, you gotta train like hell to the point where your hair falls out. That is the only way to become strong.

--Saitama, One Punch Man episode 3




Not been on the bike for months.

Shocking behaviour, I know. Needs to change. Went up to the co-op for some salad for dinner in an attempt to arrest the dependence on the Land Rover. Legs are burning, throat is raw. Only a 2km trip. Caught a midge in the eye too. Must get better.


Currently reading "Moods of Future Joys" by Alastair Humphreys.

It is the first half of his autobiographical account of the 4 years he spent traversing the globe by bicycle on a slim budget of £7000. From London, through Europe, the Middle East and down the east of Africa.

Mornings come peacefully on the road. I wake slowly with the daylight, turning in my sleeping bag, adjusting the bundle of clothes that act as my pillow and dozing off once or twice until my head is clear and ready to begin the day. I lie still and listen to the sounds outside my tent. Sometimes birdsong, sometimes whooshing vehicles, sometimes water, sometimes silence. I unzip the tent door and feel the fresh air on my face. I check the weather and particlarly the wind: strong winds can seriously spoil my day.


What do you need to survive on the Pacific Crest Trail?

Turns out, not a whole lot.

“This was not a typical backpacking or camping trip—there is no real time spent in camp, per say. You’re not sitting around and roasting marshmallows and singing songs. You eat for functional purposes—not for the experience of eating. At the end of the day, all you want to do is set up camp and get to sleep so you wake up and do it all over again. So bringing books, Kindles, or other luxury/recreational items that have nothing to do with survival or with walking very clearly becomes superfluous.”


Running downhill

is one of the best things in the world. So fast and easy. Running on the flats is tolerable to acceptable. Uphill sucks.



Well that was easy

On Christmas Day last year, I made the decision to not consume any alcoholic drinks for a year. I am pleased to say that I have managed that goal. Like I thought, it was pretty easy. Five nights of drinking a year to zero is a pretty simple goal to reach.

Another year teetotal? Challenge accepted!