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No Gatorade

Wednesday 5/31/23

If the male human body is 60% water, I think I went down to about 58% on Sunday for a while. (It concerns me that it even occurs to me to point out that this is not literal.) Serious loss of fluids. A hot day, and I ran 10,000 stairs (Zulu), then walked four miles.


I had my Bruins beanie on, which is sometimes pointed out to me as if I don't know. The beanie keeps the sweat out of my eyes. Do you know how much you sweat running stairs? Try it some time. Otherwise they sting for most of the workout. Obviously not a perfect system and I don't always wear it. I also don't mind copious amounts of sweat when working out. I view it as healthy. Afterwards, I always do what I need to do regarding hydration.


Knowing about my routine, a nurse told me to drink Gatorade after I work out. Same person who remarked a while back that we are all getting older, the body doesn't recover like it used to, etc., and so I should take it easy on the stairs.


I deal with a lot of projection. Do I seem like someone who is weakening or do I seem like someone who is constantly getting stronger?


One should speak for one's self, and not try to pull someone else down to where they are. Most people try very little at anything, and most give up very early in life, in all areas of life, not that they were trying that hard in the first place.


Then, if they see someone else completely different in those regards, they're going to want to lower that person, and the techniques are always the same: projection and passive aggressiveness.


It's better to avoid Gatorade, which is high in both sugar and sodium. It also won't do anything for you that water won't do. But it can make you heavier, and it's not good for your heart. Whereas, water helps eliminate toxins, and the heart loves water. When we're hydrated, the heart has an easier go of things. Or look at it this way: it's easier to have some bad eating habits than drinking habits if one doesn't drink alcohol. Personally, I think it's a huge percentage of people who have an alcohol problem. I believe the actual number, were it revealed, would shock people. So what I try to do is make sure I have no bad habits with what I drink. I shore that up. It's pretty easy not to drink things that aren't alcohol. I qualify it that way because so many are dependent on alcohol. But it's not hard not to drink Gatorade or soda or some 800 calorie thing at the Starbucks.


As for the heart, I look at it in this manner: the heart gets stronger when it is put through its physical paces of a good workout. The heart is well up for that. But the heart doesn't want to be straining to do what it does when you're just sitting there and not working out. As when you're dehydrated. I have an unprecedented amount of stress in my life, on account of the situation I am in and the discrimination with which I am dealing. That's just there. I can't wish that away or elect to cut down on stress. It'll be gone when it has reason to be gone.


Until then, I have to control what I can control, and help put my heart in the best situation possible for it to be healthy. I do what I do with something like the stairs in large part because of the people of publishing. Having learned what I've learned about stairs and their importance--for stairs can change who you are to the better--I'd do it anyway. One may say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but inside the soul one will find an accession of stairs. The quality of that soul will have much to do with how often all of those stairs are ran, and how well. Stairs go further than you think. But that was where much of the original motivation came from. And it's also why it's vital that I do them like I do.


When someone says things of this defeatist, projecting nature to me, they almost always look like they're about to have a heart attack or are with someone who looks like they're due for one any day now. I live this. I get it all the time--and obviously with things that have nothing to do with the physical--because of what I am and what I do that others are not and don't.


I will wonder what they say to themselves, or to that person whom they are with, or both. I bet it's nothing and instead everything is all about denial and the unhealthy form of acceptance, which also involves no direct statements and discussion. Then it becomes about taking potshots with that rare person who is not as they are.


I always know a person's motivations. It's impossible to fool me on that score at this point. I don't always say something to someone. I often don't. Different relationships, different things that happen. But I always know. I make the choices I make after that, from that place of knowledge. Sometimes I'm making them for a while, when I know that I'll be making different choices with that person later.


Quite the night for Boston sports on Monday evening. That was as Celtics-y a loss as you could get, and the coach the Bruins fired for being too mean advanced to the Stanley Finals with his new team in his first season, to face the eighth seed that had ousted the Bruins, just as the Celtics lost to an eight seed that was also from Miami. Quite a lot of symmetry there. I think it would have been a hollow victory if the Celtics had come back from 3-0, because what pride is there in that when it's a team that much lower than yours in the seedings? Talk about anticlimactic. The comparisons to the 2004 Red Sox were both risible and ignorant.


But all one has to do is look at any single sports tweet on Twitter to know that no one has any knowledge whatsoever about sports. Why is that telling? Because it's far, far, far easier to know something about sports than just about anything else. And if one can't know sports--and that is one's primary interest in life, or a big one--then that person can't--or doesn't, anyway--know anything about anything. They have no awareness, no knowledge, they can't think through anything. It's telling.


Having said what I did about predictions, my predictions for both the Bruins and the Celtics did come to fruition--I said both teams were going to lose to these eight seeds--but it just so happened to work out that way and it doesn't really mean anything in and of itself that I ended up being correct. What matters is the reasoning was sound.


I think I also accurately said exactly what Jaylen Brown is. And Jayson Tatum is as soft as I've claimed. Nor do those two work together. The Celtics play a mindless version of basketball. Playground basketball. Just that isolation garbage. And jacking bad threes. Make their threes, they win. If they're not falling, they lose. It's so aesthetically unpleasing, and it's just not a smart way to play. Ignorant, arrogant maybe, and against the grain of fundamentals or good sense.


They shouldn't have even gotten to the Game 7 after folding for the last ten minutes or whatever of Game 6 and playing not to lose and panicking, because they're mentally weak. That's what they do. They did it as well when Tatum got hurt on the first play of Game 7. They were really all done at that point, and you could tell. First damn play of the game. I know they went up by 5 or whatever right after that, but Miami controlled that whole game. It was never in doubt.


I think the Nuggets would have had an easy time with the Celtics anyway. I expect them to beat the Heat. I just allow wiggle room for the Jimmy Butler factor, and the Heat mental toughness factor. If Miami wins, it will be because of those two things, which are above and beyond the game of basketball in a way. That is a team that wins in large part via superlative intangibles. Full respect to him and them.


Something concerning: what has happened to the home ice/court advantage of the Garden? Bruins dropped three games on home ice, and the Celtics were under .500 at home for the playoffs. There is something to be gleaned from futility of this nature. Such a specific kind of futility. It's not coincidence.


On Monday and Tuesday I ran 3000 stairs each day. Been doing my push-ups every day. Today I ran 5000 stairs. Sunday marked 2513 days, or 359 weeks, without a drink.


Lastly, a photo post-workout, post-shower, sans beanie, and when well-hydrated. My small way of charting the physical side of this journey and just a portion of what goes into being strong enough to get to where I am ultimately going to get.





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