The jogger’s face shows suffering.
For a day or two mentally I was going through it.
I held strong.
No porn.
I just fought through that urge, eventually it was phone off, set down in the kitchen overnight.
I dreamt I’d watched! Nightmares about watching porn!
Where’s the phone?
Kitchen.
I didn’t watch.
That’s why the electronic tablet of sorcerery and voodoo overnights in the kitchen.
I have those nightmares about it regularly enough to keep it there.
What do I do?
Go to the gym – burpees.
Reset!
It’s better than doing nothing.
The world may be negative – fuck it.
Burpees I go.
Put on the song that gets me, “sipping on fire” on repeat.
Better jogging.
That’s what burpees are.
50 5 pumps to an interval timer, a five pump burpee every :30.
I jog in place the “rest” on all even reps, with a couple extra jogging periods nearing the half way mark.
No quitting, keep going!
Finish the workout. ISYMFS
I jog in place the last 2:30 of the 25:00.
Oh yeah!
Better jogging.
250 pushups, and jogging in place more than 12:30 of the 25:00.
I end with a set of 25 pushups, jump, and a double stomach hit.
Unlike that jogger there’s no suffering on my face, though the song gets to me, and I’ve done my “jogging”.
I feel better already.
Burpees always improve the state.
Muscular stimulus, some sweat, some wind –
Burpees are better jogging.