July 30, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
Of all the Earth.
I am starting to forget what a day off feels like.
Like forgetting the exact color of an ex-girlfriend’s eyes.
Or the sound of your grandmother’s laugh.
Time distorts all things.
But you know what?
I really don’t care.
I’m in a pretty amazing place in my life.
I’d go so far as to say I’m pretty content.
Fuck being happy. Happy is fleeting and fickle.
Contentment is where it’s at.
I spent my weekend talking to good people, eating good food, and reading the second volume of Steve Lichman…
Since I started tracking my exercise and sleep and whatnot, I have been fascinated to learn how much I do. The spark behind this was me feeling like a lazy bum because I read so many comics. So I wanted some data proving or disproving that.
And I got it.
I had almost met my goals set for me by the Apple Watch that I’m borrowing yesterday afternoon. But I needed a little bit of exercise. So I went for a three mile run…
That closed out my goals for the week and allowed me to see just how much work I had done in addition to comic reading.
Last week, from Monday to Sunday, I actively burned 5,546 Calories, I took 103,798 steps, which amounted to 54.07 miles, and was active for 6 hours 34 minutes.
That is fucking crazy talk.
Now that I have that data, the logical thing is to try to improve the numbers, right?
I’m also thinking that I’ll learn to speak Klingon on DuoLingo.
I’ve got a long week ahead of me.
I should probably get some water and peanut butter in my stomach before workout. You can’t throw it up if you don’t eat it.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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