Tuesday 4/16/24
Health report.
I think I'm doing as well as I have been in a long time physically. The commitment to eating better along with my regular workouts and the addition of the night guard that has reduced the number of headaches in the morning and seems to be a winning combination.
On Saturday I ran 3000 stairs, did 900 push-ups, and walked twelve miles.
On Sunday I ran 3000 stairs, did 200 push-ups, and walked five miles.
On Monday I ran 5000 stairs, did 400 push-ups, and walked five miles.
The 900 push-ups were a personal best since I started doing push-ups correctly about fifty weeks ago. I had been doing them wrong for a long time and had no problem doing a set of fifty. Then I realized that my form was not what it should have been. I tried to correct it immediately, and found that it was a struggle to do a total of 100 push-ups that day with sets of ten.
I was displeased with myself but committed to doing better. It took probably three weeks to get the correct form down and become accustomed to doing the push-ups that way. My sets now are most commonly comprised of twenty-five push-ups but there will be sets of thirty throughout the day and sometimes up to forty. It is a pretty big turnaround which I think is reflected in my chest, arms, and shoulders.
My day on Saturday actually began at ten o'clock on Friday. I was then awake and extremely active for twenty-four hours, at which point I went to sleep and got up at four and was right back at it. I have a great deal of energy. I was joking to someone yesterday about how I might never sleep again if I ever have something to live for, unlike now. Something to make me wish to be up. "Here we are with the world's first sleepless man, trying to keep up with him for this interview here on the City Hall stairs..."
I have no aches or pains or discomfort.
Yesterday morning I threw away some food items from before that are not good for a person--even if some aren't that bad--and also whiskey glasses I had.
Sunday marked 2836 days, or 405 weeks, without a drink.
All of this is undertaken because of the evil that is the current publishing system, so that I can endure what I must endure until I pull the entire thing to the ground and something better takes its place. When I don't want to go out there at five in the morning and could just give up, end my life and this thing that I am in that's worse than hell, I think about evil and discriminatory people like David Remnick, Scott Stossel, Sigrid Rausing, Chistopher Beha, Adeena Reitberger, Jackson Howard, Michael Ray, Sy Safransky, Speer Morgan, Wendy Lesser, J.W. McCormack, J. Robert Lennon, Mark Warren. And then I don't just go on. I find a way to get stronger.
I noticed yesterday that apart from my stair running, there were probably 200 stairs in the normal course of my day, just from walking around, subway stops, cutting through the other side of Government Center. Those stairs add up, especially when one bypasses escalators.
Behold my fetching Zulu warrior shirt after yesterday's workout. It is ripped open on each side of the chest. There are those who might not wish to have it draped lovingly across the face, despite it having turned the color of fitness.
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