Never knew magic like this existed! To think I've just been living in my bubble all this time...

He's still going too. With fog instead of nicotine now.

Sometimes I just really really want to learn how to BMX.

And dribble. Rollerblade. Also.

The difference between a dream and a goal is a timeline and accountability.

It's been like eight years since my last exercise-related post here, so it's about time for a new one right?

I took a bike ride a couple days ago. Rode 10 km against the wind, on sanded roads, up hills and down hills, and almost made it all the way home, when in the final curve my right calf cramped up and I had to get off, limp a few steps and walk it off.

Upon entering the house I then laid flat on the carpet in the hallway for a while, drank four glasses of water, took a shower, and felt light-headed and strange for the rest of the day and part of the night and didn't fall asleep until like four in the morning.

I'd been feeling something like the premonition of a cramp in my left leg right before the right one hit too. Weird.

So, moral of the story: I need more exercise.

I'm getting in shape though. I took a 10 km bike ride on Friday too, and as part of this challenge I'm jumping in on five push-ups every morning starting this week, I'm drinking an extra glass of water every morning since last, and I just started a daily cold shower routine every morning as of three days back.

It sucks. But Wim Hof does it for two minutes every day, and probably with way colder water, and he's an inspiring dude, so I'm doing it too.

Maybe that'll appear as one of this year's somewhat-skeptically-accomplishable 52 cumulative weekly self-betterment challenges soon...

Apart from the above I have no particular plans for or routines this year. Just gotta grind on. Take the bike an extra station on my commuting distance to work when I can, never stand still in an escalator, lift weights in the mornings if I have some time and keep things going at all times no matter what. No matter how timeless my days are. No matter how tired I am. Like a car wreck I shall be tireless. No stupid game marathons that keep me awake all night. No extra bag of chips after I've already eaten a bag of chips. Or a bag of chips after that second bag (which again I won't have again). No sugary drinks and all that shizzle... unless I'm in good enough shape to enjoy them without them negatively affecting my well-being in being, well... not well.

It's time to get this shit on the road. Also dumping some links to earlier exercise-related posts here for posterity.

It's not like I haven't been doing anything all this time all these years btw, I just haven't been posting about it. Sometimes posting is motivating.

I'm trying that now too.

Taking a little look at how some numbers have evolved over the years... apparently the stats page first appeared back in the early 2010's, but it didn't have a lot of info in the beginning.

There are definitely other ways to dig through the archives and find these numbers, but for some reason I was looking at these stats through the Wayback, so here you go. Also just passed 1,500,000 words. That's somethin'.

Also notice how the numbers have commas now? That was actually not easy to add in - going to post about the process behind that soon.

...have been posted on this blog up to this date!!

When you stop to think about this that's pretty insane ain't it? We hit a million roughly five years ago, just a bit more than a decade since the blog started. Seems it's going at a pretty steady pace after all! Some years more some less; we all digest. Fewer blogs, but equal words and value.

Here's to the next five years and five hundred K! All crammed with meaning and inspirational masseuse.