Would they really mind if the exhibition became 99 or 98 oaks? My backyard would love them, and they’d love it back. Happy all around.
An 11K run with the boy, and some gardening in the evening is all it took to get the step and the floors targets.
A long sleep helped. The cool, if humid, weather helped. A happy boy helped. A first week, in a month, of running all four runs helped. Spending all of Friday in bed reading while hugging the boy also helped.
Learnt a new French phrase while reading a book about a gentleman in Moscow. I like the sound of this better than the usual de rien.
A friend1 recently mentioned how many of our old acquaintances self identify as libertarians, and how comfortable many of them are with authoritarianism.
In my head, this played out as…
I’m smarter than you, don’t tell me what to do, how to live. (Libertarian)
…turns easily into…
I’m smarter than you, I will tell you what to do, how to live. (Authoritarian)
Of course, there’s a big execution gap between telling people what to do, and forcing people to do it. In other words, between being an armchair authoritarian and the real one chaining up the country. Supporting the real one provides a comfortable bridge over that gap.
- The friend is an IIT-IIM grad. The acquaintances are all IIM, if not IIT-IIM grads. Perhaps the superior status signalling provided by these institutions is a trigger for the “I’m smarter than you…” base that leads to the two isms. ↩
BJP lost the elections in Bengal. BJP is taking a hit on their Covid non-response.
The odds have suddenly shortened for religious riots, horrific terrorist attacks, or a short war with Pakistan. Possibly all three. All the things needed to rally the patriots to stay in power.
Wonder if 2024 futures trades are already priced in…
The step target is 10,000 a day. I hit it once before noon, with my run and the boys’ walk. Then I hit it again working in the garden all afternoon and evening.
Parents are shit scared. They realise how bad is the situation. Their network is full of infected and suffering people. They’ve lost friends and acquaintances. They will not hear one word against the God or his organisation.
Friends are shit scared. They’ve suffered and recovered. Their parents and siblings are infected but stable. They’re scared, not of Covid, but of the God who demands and commands this blind loyalty. They’re scared of what’s happening to the nation, the society, and their future and safety in it.
I fear for both.
I’m sad that I’m so far from both.
Three weeks ago Sophie gave a shout-out, on work chat, about a good yoga session by Rob.
Curious about the session, and missing my regular yoga classes, I attended Rob’s yoga session the next week. It was very good, and not too hard. I really enjoyed it.
By the end of the session, I also knew how bad a shape I’m in. Two years ago, a session like this would have been just a good warm-up for me.
Inspired by that one session, and disappointed by my fitness, I added short yoga/pilates sessions to my post walk routine. Nothing special. Found a few simple 15-20 mins videos on YouTube, and committed to working out with one after the noon walk everyday.
The semi regular yoga triggered the meditation feels in me. So, this week I started by doing my first meditation session of 2021.
The second yoga session with Rob, and a week of post walk yoga and pilates made the legs ache slightly. It was a mild, sweet pain. It brought back fond memories of the sweet doms pain after running. So, twice this week, I dusted off the running shoes and got going. First runs of 2021.
And that’s how the good stuff cascaded, from a simple shout-out about yoga by Sophie to regular yoga, some meditation and a bit of running. Here’s hoping it keeps cascading…
It was a better week on the personal front. Ran twice, first runs in 2021. Mediated once, first in 2021. Cajoled R into making a decision on the car, one way or the other. Rested and read. Slipped a bit on the sleep front, made up a bit today.
The black spot was the weight. Recorded a high weight of 91.3kg, and a high weekly average of 90.8kg.
Last night I went for my first run in 2021. First run since early December.
It was a pleasant surprise how easy it all was. The body still remembers how to run. It just took over effortlessly, tapping away at 180bpm. Sure, I’ve lost a fair bit of fitness. The HR was higher than it should’ve been; though steady not spiking. The pace was deliberately slow; though I finished with 100m of pleasant strides. The posture was good, mostly tall, slight rounding in lower back, lifting knees, and on the forefoot.
It was good. It felt good. I’m happy.