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today’s gym adventures

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i met someone. and i met them at a ragnar. the place where i am the most myself. unapologetically loud, goofy, energetic, sleep deprived, and obnoxious. and they like me, even when i’m at my most boisterous.

and that means so much to me. that they stepped in when i wasn’t looking for anything and suddenly have become something.

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man, i fucking LOVE interval days. may 2024 on the left versus today on the right. consistency is better on the first half today and overall speed moving towards that last fast AF interval at the end.

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when people ask me what kind of nerd i am, i tell them i wrote a mini essay on doctor who and why Nine is my favorite

Let’s talk about the ninth doctor a minute, shall we?

Nine catches a lot of hate. I’ve heard him called angry, violent, unhappy, brash,  and loud. I’ve seen people skip over his season because it’s just one measly season and it’s probably not anything great… But I beg to differ.

Nine is a broken man. He is the first regeneration after the War Doctor, the man who made the choice to press the big red button and save the universe by destroying his own people… And now he is alone. (“I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left traveling on my own, ‘cos there’s no one else.”) He’s not the same man, because every regeneration is new. But the weight of what he has done is still on his shoulders so heavily that it crushes him. There are people in this world who fight the weight of guilt every single day from things much smaller than wiping out humankind… So can you imagine it?

Can you imagine the pain? Hurtling through space in a box by yourself, and knowing the only thing you will ever have for company is your ship. Starting every morning, living every moment with the knowledge that you are solely responsible for the removal of not only a race, but an entire species. He feels everything, down to the movement of the earth (“I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinnin’ at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it.”) So how could he even begin to ignore the weight of his actions? He hated himself for what he had done… Because when stuck between a rock and a hard place, he saved the universe. But at great cost. He couldn’t handle the pain and the hurt so, like it does so often, it presented as anger.

But at the end of the day… He still loved. He met a bubbling blonde, a completely ordinary and naive girl named Rose, and she changed his world. She showed him that he was not alone, even when he thought he was going to die in the most unspectacular way, in a dungeon in Cardiff. And he loved her for it (“I could save the world but lose you.”) She brought laughter and chips and domesticity to his life. He fought for good, he gave the chance for aliens to leave, and when all else failed - he removed them. Despite the rough edges and harsh way of dealing with people… He was still, at his core, good.

And at the beginning of the end (for him, at least), he was stuck in the same position. Faced with the Daleks. Faced with the choice to have put a timestamp on the end of the human species, or else put an end to the entire universe. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t have the blood on his hands from that many innocent lives, not again. So when faced with the choice of being a murderer and being a coward… He chose coward. And Rose took the entire time vortex into herself in order to save him, Jack, and the world. Nine watched it burning her up from the inside. But instead of letting her die - just one person, to save the world - he said “I think you need a doctor” and kissed her and took that into himself to save her life… Even though he knew it was the end of his. And in that moment, he realized something. (“Rose, before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” )  He was good. Not evil. Not a murderer. Not a coward. Full of courage. And life. And love. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is that Nine that I know and love.

art by Alice Zhang (alicexz.com) @doctorwho

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workout 🏋️ done

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spin the wheel and assign an animal to prev

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ya girl did a muthafuckin thing

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Handstand walks were one of those skills I was working on before I fell and injured my wrist. Now I’m back to (somewhat) regularly practicing again and I’m finally acle to do more than a couple of feet at a time

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Today’s workout adventures:

- hit a new PR on bench press (117)

- practice kipping until my shoulders hurt

- getting back at handstand walks. this one is a big deal for me because this is one of the things they told me to expect not to be able to do ever again bc of the arthritis in my wrist. but honestly i’ve never let someone tell me what i can and can’t do, and i’ll be damned if i’m gonna start now. so i’m practicing and listening to my body and quitting when it wants to quit. but i’m happy with my day.

Also, me@the gym owner: “i may need rescuing from this barbell in a minute. i’ve already passed my previous PR so this may end badly”

anywayyyyy. one of my goals is to bench my body weight. and i’m slowly losing weight and slowly gaining strength so here we go.

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Been killing it in the gym and with my nutrition. Feeling and looking good

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it’s 5am and i’m tired but i finished my latest project and it’s soooo soft after washing & drying it. I love it so much that i almost don’t want to give it away

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my mom is playin fuckn animal crossing in real life

she got this painting for $75 in an old case at an antique market shes been going to for years, and she thought it looks really beautiful, so she sent an email to a local art center to have it appraised

and now she has an art conservator in her emails making a plan to have her come bring it in to be appraised as a genuine Hokusai wood block print from over a hundred of years ago

thats so fucked up to me. my mom went fuckin shopping at Crazy Redd's

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This week’s meal plans:

Breakfast: frozen fruit, protein powder, almondmilk smoothie

lunch: imitation taco bell crunchwrap supreme

dinner: cajun sausage, shrimp, and veggies

I prepped all of the lunches yesterday before bed and cooked dinner tonight so I won’t have to worry about cooking much over the next few days, if any.

My goal is high protein and staying within a certain caloric range. Been trying to stick to this over the last couple of months and am down 13lbs currently.

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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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And recent adventures, I am working on weightlifting/CrossFit( of course). But I’m also training for a half marathon

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I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.