Another “Hackable Me” post, which for the newbies is a few words on incremental personal self-improvement: a personal hack of mind-body-soul to ultimately better myself. I’m not a DIY, fixer-upper, read-this-book-to-change-your-life sort of self-improvement guy. On the other hand I tend to consider that (a) publicly scrutinized goals and (b) introspective evaluation of those goals through words tends to lead to making me a better person. This is some words to do with that.
So, of course, the ultimate test (and not exactly a passing grade result I might add) of this process has been starting on the long weekend. The Easter long weekend. The long weekend wherein there is an abundance of chocolate and ham dinners and red wine lurking around every corner and…
On another note, I’ve run every day in April so far, so I’ll shut up about the other stuff. Six consecutive runs plus those three prior to my last-Monday break means I’ve run a little more than seventy klicks in the last ten days.
And set a couple personal records in the process, so that negates the chocolate right?
The Hack of the Increased Cross-Training
I run. Then I run a little more. And then I go running again after that.
That’s all well and good, but there’s something to be said for balance. I’m not sure what exactly, but I’m sure there is something. Though, what I’m saying is that I recognize a gaping deficiency in my training schedule and in an effort to enhance, focus, improve… whatever we’re calling this thing… I’m going to hack my cross-training.
Oh, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn’t it?
I’ve tried a lot of things: swimming at the local pool, cycling around the neighborhood, weights, tai chi, yoga, and I’m sure there are a few more things I’m missing. But I know myself: I run because I can wedge it into my chaotic lifestyle and hectic schedule. But only barely. It’s an effort many days.
To look at me some days (right now I’m sitting on the couch with a laptop, for example) you may not describe that schedule as hectic, exactly. I admit, it gives the appearance of sheer laziness sometimes. However, an outside observer would be remiss in denying me the sedentary obligations of a committed father. Sometimes it’s a dad’s job to sit on the couch… or at least stay in the house somewhere. It makes going for a swim, or ride, or yet another fitness session out of the house a little tough to justify. My evil and lazy subconscious knows this and plies it as an excuse to pop in a movie or load up Netflix and call it a night.
So, I bought a stationary bike. I’m excited. According to the shipper’s website, it’s en route and should arrive tomorrow…. in a giant, ninety-six pound cardboard box. And having spent at least a few hours on this long weekend avoiding the chocolate by cleaning out a third of the space in my office, I now have an awesome little corner near the window and facing a television where I should –and I will, thanks to some aggressive goal-setting– park myself and finally fit in that all-important cross-training.