In The Cold, Out Of Breath, & Under The Stars : Reflections 1/7/19 PM

(1/7/19 ~8pm)

Rewilding.

Not enough time is spent outdoors, in exertion.

I’ve always liked exercising in the winter…outdoors.

Whether in the fall or winter going back to 16 years of age I’d often find myself in the dark, and out of breath having exerted myself in a time where most would allow the cold air to keep them indoors watching television or maybe inside on a treadmill likely with television (still) not panting, not sweating.

Flipping the tire, swinging the sledge, sprints, jump rope, calisthenics, movement.

(Like cartwheels…or jumping jacks.)

This isn’t gym training. Tonight moreso, again I’m finding myself at peace with getting it in without a gym membership.

I rember running during the first snow of the year, a bit cold, snow hitting my skin, breathing deep of the chilled air because it made me feel alive.

There was the preseason wrestling prep of sprints, jump roping, running, with a walking cooldown. Sometimes I’d repeat the entire session because it felt so good. The expending of energy filling me with an abundance of more.

In three weeks I’d have good wind, enough to never have an issue with gassing.

Cardio in the cold air, I’ve used the method since to get my cardio shape/wind back.

I’ll forever know that a short period of pounding the pavement, and skipping the rope will grant me wind.

Yesterday, then again today it was long static holds at night to get through this run of 1500 reps daily (write up coming on the 10th or 11th). Smelling the trees, making sure not to slip on ice, and ending with some bodyweight squats on my feeling dead legs.

(It may be the same leg work for a while. I’m digging the air, the holds which have ended up quite meditative, and bodyweight leg work these two nights thus far.)

In the winter you’ll have the place to yourself. The other day I did 500 step ups, and goofed around with a soccer ball I found laying around without another soul in sight.

It’s a nice time, about as quiet as civilization can be.

As I finish typing this up, I hear panting and hard footsteps…a jogger, ~8:00 pace. Cool, I’m not the only one.

Tommorow it’ll be more of the same.

From those high school nights with headphones. It’s the right vibe, the right mood for the thing :