Mostly in the form of shadow boxing to music or doing circuits of pushups, burpees, and squats…but still.
It keeps me grounded, humble even. Has me dancing with my demons rather than fearing them.
But it’s tough to train every day. Just go ahead and try it. A week. A month. When you get past a year let me know what it felt like, then go for one more.
Then imagine doing it for life.
It is now necessarily part of the noble grind, shorn of romance but yet filled with perennial learning and hope.
I’m in that place now. Poisons and all. I’ve been making them count, and training every day for the last two years. As you can tell I’m proud but also see a long journey ahead and want to ensure there are more adventures to mark the endless path in front of me.
Every goddamn day. I’ve fixed it at a modest half hour (cos I walk a crap load too, what with a puppy now being my everything, including a daily 90 minute constitutional).
I prep for my training with the green goddess, me great healing plant. She has helped me be as successful as I’ve been in keeping it going these last two years.
Sure there will be days when stomach bugs and sabbaticals from said goddess change the “training” to basically messing around with easy drills while watching TopTenzNet on YouTube. Some shitty workout days will have to be balanced out with better ones.
It’s ok. I’m not aiming for perfection.
Just peace of mind and clarity of soul.