My favorite incense is running low... I need to find a substitute.
Didn’t lose as much weight as I thought I would. I need to figure out a way to lean out my legs. Maybe lots of walking could help?
I was born too delicate and sensitive for this world. I repressed my feelings and emotions so that I could act like a normal person. As a sort of self defense mechanism. But those feelings and emotions are not gone, and they just lurked in my shadow for so long. And now, I understand that if I would like to be my true self again, it’s necessary to integrate my shadow. Even if it means I would become vulnerable again. Even if it means I would be hurt again and again.
I have to let my legs rest for today. They deserved it. So I just do 300 push ups before bed and call it a day. Good night.
How appropriate is it to finish the 200km challenge with a marathon. This should confirm my status as a hardworking person 😜 Finishing 200km in 98 hours instead of 7 days actually surprised me. It proved to me that when I set my heart into doing something I could do even more than I have previously imagined. Now, let me keep this good momentum going and move to my next projects 🤘
It’s done. The last 42.2km of the 200km run challenge. The original plan was to finish running 200km within 7 days, but in the end I did it within 98 hours. My last run, to be honest with you, wasn’t pretty. I started running at noon, the sun was killing me. I was soaked in sweat, and as it dried I was covered in salt. My right ankle has been hurting since day 2, and today it was getting worse. I felt as if something has broken inside. I keep adjusting my posture trying to avoid stepping on it too hard. And after the second gel I used, my stomach was upset and it was cramping up. (Now that I think about it, it could be the caffeine) The last few km of the run, it was all uphill. I was tired, dehydrated, pale from my stomach cramp and all the soreness from my joints and muscles. My running form probably looked like shit. I was running maybe as fast as a turtle. My point is, I looked real bad, and it felt like everything was working against me. But I persisted. And it was finished. And that’s all that matters. All the pain and suffering don’t bother me no more. You don’t need a perfect plan, nor the perfect conditions; all you need to do is decide that you wanted something, and then go for it. Eliminate all your distractions. Solve problems you encountered along the way. And don’t give up until you have it in your hands. I don’t want to sound like some bullshit motivational speaker, but it is what it is. If you don’t work hard to the point that it hurts, makes you bleed, breaks you down mentally, you don’t understand what hardworking means. Now, time for me shut up and move onto my next project. I am going to work towards becoming a painter. It is going to be hard, and that’s why it’s getting me excited.
I know it’s a privilege to have a healthy enough body to physically challenge myself. And I am certainly grateful for it. I am hoping that my legs will put up with me for just another 42km. They are in all sort of pain and soreness but all that is necessary to finishing this challenge. I promised they could have a whole day off tomorrow. So here we go.
Day 4 of the 200km run in a week challenge, I ran 42.3km for today. Up to this moment I have already ran 157.8km so far, with 3 days left and 42.2km to go. 42.2km. Guess what I am going to do tomorrow morning?
This could probably be the worst day in my life in terms of physical turmoil. The first run, 2km in, I was already hobbling. For a moment, I was contemplating the idea of abandoning the morning 10km run plan. But I didn’t, because I knew if I quit I would feel even worse than having a broken leg. I focused on my breathing trying to distract myself from the pain. At one point an idea dawned on me that maybe if I keep a smile on my face while running I would feel better. That helped to a certain point I guess, but I looked like a creep and I might have scared away some people in the park. I was in no mood to care about how I looked though. And when I completed the 10km run, I felt like a switch in me has been flipped. My following runs later in the day have become much easier. The pain was still there, but it just didn’t bother me as much. I felt like something in me has changed.
Ran 40.5km today. Day 3 of 200km run week, so far I have ran 115.5km. I want to finish this as soon as possible, because I am starting to worry about my right leg. I have difficulties even standing up and sitting down. I hope it would hold up for a few more days.
Commute + dinner break run + run to mall to grab a bag of potato chips + running back home 5km + 13km + 5km + 4km Total of 27km The pain is getting stronger, I have to finish this before my body breaks down.
Not gonna lie, the pain has been torturous and it’s slowly killing me. I have to keep listening to some funny podcast to mask off the pain.
This might be the most ridiculous thing I have ever decided to do in my life. I can’t even recall how I came up with this 200km run in a week idea. In the past few months the most running I have done was about 5km on the trails per week. This is such a stupid idea to go from 5km and ram it up to 200km all a sudden. But as such I know I will feel fantastic about myself if I pull this off. I slowed down my pace a bit because the pain in my right thigh became unbearable at times. But whenever that happened, I simply asked myself this question: is your pain greater than the pain of a woman during childbirth? No? Then how about you shut the fuck up and keep running you whiny bitch. And after that the pain subsided eventually. You might try it at your own risk 😂 One problem I need to fix is that I was burning so much calories but because the running upset my stomach and I couldn’t eat much. I was feeling light headed at times. I might need to eat more things that are easily digested. All in all, I ran a total of 45km today and it wasn’t that bad. I need to keep up the spirit and avoid getting injured or sick. Day 2 of the 200km run week, so far I have run 75km.
Last one for the day, 10.6km. I kept feeling like throwing up doing this one. Tomorrow, it’s on again.
Run commute + skipping dinner for a run (can’t eat with an upset stomach) 2km + 6.5km + 11km = total of 19.5km. I can barely walk but I can still run.
Wake up, get up, 20 mins of meditation, black coffee, change and get out the door. No motivation required, all you need is discipline and willpower. 45/200km done.
Seems like I’ll have to rest more and eat more for this challenge. I’ll have to adjust to make this sustainable for 6 more days. Let’s call it a day and keep up.