Philosophical training log

[swisscheese]

Hey there, how are you all?

Goals: Dunno, get better at boxing.
Weight: Dunno, I figure close to 180 lbs if not more.
Height: I'm a short mofo.

So why philosophical training log? Am i a philosopher? Nah, I just wanted a unique name and it beat:

"I am a fat bastard, I need to workout"

That and most likely I'll just include snippets about my daily life. My shrink has said I bottle up emotions and so I have to write stuff down somewhere.

So what was my experience with boxing? I signed up to a couple of gyms in the past, I think more as a release for testosterone then any serious attempt at athletic training.

So how good was I? shit. I dropped out due to a lack of self-dicipline.I had a coach tell me that when I was ready, I could join the amateur team and then never took him on the offer.

Everything else is on the border of going to shit. Work, love, interpersonal relations, karma, you name it.

And each and everytime things go to shit, I go back to the gym, telling myself this time will be different and I won't quit the gym when the going gets good. And I always have quit.

So ANYWAYZ ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Now that my long list of training failures have been established, let's try again shall we?

Await for embarassingly low results as I have been completely inactivie for most of the year.

[swisscheese]

So what did I do ?

I went to the gym for about one month and a half in May. And then stopped. The majority of my training revolved around cardio.
I went for like 3 days to the boxing gym... said hi to the head trainer who warmly welcomed me back (as warmly as he could anyway) ... then stopped.

It is strange how the human mind work. According to Miyamoto Musashi, leading an army is the same as fighting as an individual.

If the analogy holds, is leading a society the same as leading an individual life?

"Bread and circuses" was all that it took to keep a restless, potentitally rebellious and otherwise mistreated populace under control.

Sometime I wonder:
Would I be happy if I were to eat a mountain of doritos,porn and playing Skyrim all day? The sad-ish answer is: probably.


In high school, it was simply fear of being beaten up. In the army, it was fear of being outmatched by my peers.

(It did help that I was too broke to do anything but go to the gym)

Have I become so ? I hope not. It's just my priorities have shifted so much.

Bread and circuses indeed.

Then why do I always come back? Perhaps I don't need a why. It is strangely soothing and for some strange reason I've always came back to it.

Anyway, tommorow, 2 miles jog. My prediction is that it'll take 30 minutes and it'll be a real pain in the butt.

[swisscheese]

I did my 2 miles in about 22 minutes with a 1.5 incline. A bit surprising, but then it's always a bit easier on the threadmill then outside.

Surprisingly,it cleared away much of the anxiety I felt today. My resting heart rate was 62 and right after the workout it was around 145-150 .

[IamInuit]

Approach boxing as a hard determinist and existentialist. The end.

[swisscheese]

I ran yesterday, 7 minutes then I took a break, then I ran at 10:00 miles, I can't say it's impressive, I'm way way out of shape. At the peak , the machine said I was at 160 bpm which at least confirms i'm at least not slacking in cardio. Right afterward, it was 145.

I weight in at 180 lbs.

I hit the bags a few time, and did 2 rounds of shadowboxing.
I lacked direction after and so I left the gym.

I'm not really sure how I am going to integrate weight lifting or boxing in there, just with the cardio I am spent but oh well, I'll figure something.

Life has been really fucking with me as of late. I do have one quirky personality thread is that I get stuck in my head way too much.

I decided to leave my job because they were fudging with my commissions (never fuck with a salesman's commission), I'm prett sure I can bounce back fast, just gotta keep my big fat butt moving.

[swisscheese]

Hello,

from the stoic, laughing, joking, smiling, lonely, sometime charismatic, oftentimes angry swisscheese.

I have done nothing since the past few weeks. That's right, nothing, zip nada since my last entry. Fuckall. Surreal isn't it? I have some very very serious problems I have to take care of.

Frankly, the last few times I worked out, I was just at the lowest of the low and it's been a repeating pattern. But truth is if I go to the gym to the an entirely emotional outburst... or to escape a daily problem, I will get easily discouraged. It's the same as engaging in fantasy. It won't solve my personal problems and frankly, the quick endorphin hit is at best fleeting.

Still, sometime, I do think that it would provide benefits. Without even thinking about competition. It just feels good to be that guy that's in shape.

I got a copy of Ross Enamait's,I switched off my cell phone. I have a plan for the future career wise, I mean a plan beyond sitting at home looking at pornography and hoping the tooth fairy will bring me a date with Carmen Electra(hey I'm just trying to be real here).

Today, I'm going to post my plan of action, and I'm going to explain everything I want to do. I'm going to digest Ross' book and make my workout plan. Not only just for a mechanical do-this-do-that aspect but I'll explain the logic behind it, so I can learn it better.

So I gotta work on these things:
-Learn the major muscle groups
-Learn how to make workouts not boring
-Learn how not to be discouraged or ragequit or whatnot

Anyways, toast to the least motivational training log ever.
Swiss cheese ,

[brocktonblockbust]

swiss cheese I'm going to work out right now I'm going to try to run 3 miles at a slow clip maybe something like a 14 minute mile after that I will try to do 15 Sprints at about 60 yards each then push-ups and sit-ups