one of the older lifters at my gym put on a gaza song today when they were going after a squat pr and all the youth lifters hated it cuz it wasnt macklemore. reminded me of you.
Beyond the shadow of the citadel, there is no such thing as time, there is no such thing as negation. There is only this tangible, perceptible world. There is only this moment, this very moment.
I lifted, but it was dumb. My right knee hurt the whole time. My back (same injury) hurt after front squats. My right shoulder hurt from pressing. Pushup warmups also irritated my shoulder. idk.
Walking was good. Might just go in to do core/yoga/walking/tris/bis. k.
1/16/2015
bw 232.2
I've gone back to these thinking self vs. observing self exercises that really kind of freak me out in terms of self identity and what defines me individually as a person. I am basically a 14 year old smoking pot. It's ok. I am letting that be.
There's not a need to define everything. I am letting go of what "should" be, a harmful construct. One of my recent goals is to stop using "should" so much, I really use it a lot. I should use it less.
Collider + Abandon Window, next track on the same album are a sick combo. Actually, whole album is GOATish if you're into feels.
Anxiety level is rising recently. Blech. Just normal sads, I don't really feel depressed. Sometimes just normal sads are tough too though. 2nd recent goal is to enjoy good blocks of minutes/hours because other times can really be tough. Hold on for one more day.
It is the difference that will not go away, the difference between what others see of us and our sense of our inner selves and the deep feelings that sustain it. The difference between the you-and-me of the shared behavioral world and the unlocatable location of things thought about. Our reflections and dreams, and the imaginary conversations we have with others, in which never-to-be-known-by-anyone we excuse, defend, proclaim our hopes and regrets, our futures and our pasts, all this thick fabric of fancy is so absolutely different from handable, standable, kickable reality with its trees, grass, tables, oceans, hands, stars — even brains! How is this possible? How do these ephemeral existences of our lonely experience fit into the ordered array of nature that some-how surrounds and engulfs this core of knowing?
I am no scientist. I explore the neighborhood. An infant who has just learned to hold his head up has a frank and forthright way of gazing about him in bewilderment. He hasn’t the faintest clue where he is, and he aims to learn. In a couple of years, what he will have learned instead is how to fake it: he’ll have the cocksure air of a squatter who has come to feel he owns the place. Some unwonted, taught pride diverts us from our original intent, which is to explore the neighborhood, view the landscape, to discover at least where it is that we have been so startlingly set down, if we can’t learn why.
So I think about the valley. It is my leisure as well as my work, a game. It is a fierce game I have joined because it is being played anyway, a game of both skill and chance, played against an unseen adversary—the conditions of time—in which the payoffs, which may suddenly arrive in a blast of light at any moment, might as well come to me as anyone else. I stake the time I’m grateful to have, the energies I’m glad to direct. I risk getting stuck on the board, so to speak, unable to move in any direction, which happens enough, God knows; and I risk the searing, exhausting nightmares that plunder rest and force me face down all night long in some muddy ditch seething with hatching insects and crustaceans.
I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick? Carson McCullers seems to have been pretty badly depressed, but I think we can use this statement as inspiration as well.
I feel pretty self-reliant these days. Every man is an island. Or is it, no man is an island? This is a good blog.
Stars is pretty melodramatic so here you go. I'm not sorry, there's nothing to say.
I drove to the gym and just say in the parking lot and listened to the Mark Maron (WTF) podcast where he interviews Louis C.K. instead. I don't really like that podcast, but I like Louis C.K. and this one seems alright. I am about halfway through.
Since I didn't walk, I just ate less lunch than I would have otherwise.
The image is hotlinked, but from the name I am going to surmise you think 220 is too skinny.
I do look pretty skinny, but it's fine because all of my muscles went away too. There are some muscles that allow me basic body function like standing, peeing, and peeing while standing.
1/21/2015
Day 21
Rest day
I may cancel the rest day and drive to the gym. Rather than just sit in the parking lot, I am thinking of going inside today. We'll see. I also have a cold. I also need to meditate. Maybe I should meditate at lunch instead.
We'll see. Only one thing will happen, and it will be fine. I am going to focus on work and being present for the next one hour. gl me.