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Downloading a game I think I’ll like oh boy oh boy)

I have some family who means well, but their advice or decisions can be terrible. Let’s just say I’ve been asked to go in on a venture where all the evidence and history and reasoning makes one decision clear to me.

And said family has the intimacy and gall to be forthright with the weirdest pushinesses that I think can even be dangerous. And I want to be agreeable and nice, but let’s just simplify and say that the ask seems like a terrible idea for me.

Now this is cognitive dissonance territory. Imagine an ask with such an unpleasant MO from people who also want to be pleasant… but the outcome isn’t pleasant. It’s cause to reconsider, and this is that nebulla where principals can get folded into inconsistency. Black and white thinking sucks – yep. But that doesn’t mean to be so flexible that one becomes agreeable to things they know better than.

You know what else sucks? Not having a line where you go “I’m sorry but I can’t just accept that outcome” can be even worse.

Anyway the eye opener for me here was the emotional cloud that I felt as I churned this over and started to make up schemas to make-it-probably-work. What a cloud.
Like yes, I’d woke up in a worse mood and felt less positive in my everyday predisposition — that was enough for me alone to realize that I’m gonna have to give a hard no to said ask. Even thinking it over makes me feel like shit — therefore it just might be a terrible idea.

EZ BLUF: wish I could say otherwise, but no.

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I feel that I’m at a few crossroads…but the forks are less clear. This is because in some ways, my perception is too derpy. Let’s start with the light stuff

Physically I’m simultaneously in two places I never thought I’d be. I’ve been regularly tired since trying to continue training the week after the NYC marathon. I’m also pretty damned capable and in a zone that’s much less explored for 6’4 weirdos. And apparently also a poster child for my firm now…if you log into my company for work, I’m on the homepage with the company’s shirt looking ok in the ny marathon. It’s not a small company so that doesn’t feel like a small deal.

But I think I’ve needed to take a step back and recognize that marathoning, while it’s kind of an emblem, esp. when poster boy ish happens, is also a leisure activity that’s part of a complete lifestyle. While I wish I was a professional runner. If so life would be tricky, but also sofa king simple: just be faster than everyone and a slice of the world will love you.

But that’s not my road or race. I don’t think most people understand how old I actually am.

There’re other neat things I ought to do. But anyway let’s dig in.

I still have loads to share, but another question becomes why.

What if my fitness became a more private thing after a point — social media-ers have really done a lot about raising expectations about public fitness, and I think having a zeal that’s completely intrinsically driven has its perks most.

It’s weird because I do want to have a stop and process point about marathoning, but Houston is also 7 weeks away. I know it’s gonna eek me if I kind of do a casual marathon that’s slower than 9 months ago so I want to avoid that. It’d indicate that I’ve either tapped out and reached the end of mi-experiment (doubt that). Or that I’m not the smartiest about my training (super likely).

On that note I have overtrained…finally. I said earlier that I’ve been exhausted since the last nyc marathon and due to a combination of factors, yeah I’ve got to be very very very very very careful or else I’m gonna impact race day dangerously. And it’s weird because seeing the physical signs saying that I’ve got to be very very careful….someone who’s known me since high school pointed out that it looks like I can pull off hard things very easily. I didn’t think that was completely true and that might underestimate the amount of consistency and work that went in, and he was also making a point how some people have less ideal starting hands which I readily acknowledge.

It’s weird. Let’s have a philosophical explore of something I think is hard to be objective about: ableism. Is it objectively fair to say anyone can do a marathon? Not my words, but I often want to say or agree with, but i know that can rub an ooty pooter the wrong way. 1) Obviously there are some people who have a physical disability and can’t (although the number of handicapped people who can run or complete a marathon deserve applause) 2) Some people give themselves permission to not be their ablest selves — which as an American I have to say is their right and choice (like if that makes you happier and supports your well being more, by all means enjoy ‘n fokaff). The key bit that rubs me wrong about the second point is some people are aggressive about it. As in I don’t mind distancing myself from people who geek excuses, esp if they SDE that triggers envy with their own personal battles they want an army for — I’m tired and feel how few hours there are in a day every gotdanged day.

But through that, esp over the last two years as I’ve checked into new communities and veins, I’ve met people who push habits in surprising ways

and this is where the marathoning lifestyle thing stands strong and becomes more about principal than leisure — this is where it is possible for me to seem annoying and where I enjoy this activity more as a prviate one because of these, fucking, aggressive people.

BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE OPENLY HAVE SHITTY HABITS AND EXCUSES, WOW.

As in, when I was super overweight ..at least I acknowledged that I chose that, with things like how I gave into lousy eating habits, and that I was underperforming. I don’t know what’s the deal with some folks did mommy or daddy make ’em feel like they’re unloved unless they’re not getting criticism or something? Because I was able to be critical about my own decisions — result was didn’t make up some bs or ask stupid questions like how was my fitness getting shit away so fast, or buying some fairy tale about ooooooh aaaawowowowooww OWU my hormones or left pinky toe make it UMPOSSIBULL.

That’s some babyadultpoobullshit in a logic diaper at least 90% of the time. Can I be gifted but believe most humans are capable of being mobile and able-bodied with the right decisions? Because that’s where I land, and I find America will generate annoying responses if you live that mentality — I’m not even talking about pushing it on other people in your interactions with them. Just if you are open about your fitness (because it’s also a fucking hobby which means you might be eager to open up about it) you might trigger disableism in response.

And I want to rant on this for one smidgeon: there are people who actually act like their body is the product of something out of resident evil and with delulu lack of accountability, they have no idea how illogical their logic sounds in the face of realities like: the universe sings in physics.

You know how in resident evil movies someone gets the t-virus and immediately starts quadrupling in size into some weird giant zombie monster? So that won’t happen in reality — and not because zombies don’t exist (they do) — but because unless you can literally suck the air out of a room, there’re feeding periods required to quadruple in size and matter doesn’t come from nothing.

So in my correct opinion, some people have super shitty excuses enabling them to learn how to never work hard, yet I’m also super aware that I’m going to be the one who seems overbearing if I don’t validate those excuses.
I’m here trying to bust my ass or be in bed by a good hour, and I’ve literally been called by alcoholics on the rant at 2am.
And after listening to what they’re bitching about, some of it including the life realization that they’re getting big and hating that and realizing that my communicating this weird idea that 2.5k calories in booze a day doesn’t just help catalyze one’s transformation into a rotbrained manic –but also self conscious about becoming an obese rotbrained manic….is that a great use of my time? Maybe I should surround myself with folks who’re using their brainpower to find a different kind of territory to be unexplored…

And it’s just not the loddydoo. I also need to recognize that people will sometimes have a direct response of talking about why they don’t run marathons, and that one secret trick is to recognize that they’re bringing this up when I didn’t even ask or apply any pressure to do one. And then stfu on my true opinion in responses to that response unless asked because it’s obviously a sensitive topic.

Anyway, yeah I can see why I’d seem like a pain in the ass if I’m not careful.

And on the note of being careful, that’s getting trickier nowadays — I’m constantly tired and still learning to push myself and like I said, that’s teaching a lot that I like, but there’re lots of crossroads as I run through middle aged.

Non-running: Currently buying stocks and trying to enjoy a private existence more and more– as the above indicates over engaging with my fellow but secretly competitive American can start to take the piss from the fun.

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My last

My last pack of cigarettes was bought in Feb of 2023. I still have ~12 of them. I started vaping so I can’t say I’ve kicked nicotine, but my mile time increased dramatically as soon as I switched.

Now, this isn’t entirely true. When I went to cancun I bought a pack to enjoy in the smoking section. But that was in cancun. Let’s not let the truth get in the way of this narrative this time: somehow, it doesn’t count.

My last vape was purchased last week. I got sick with something respiratory, and noticed that the girl I’ve been seeing got sick after, but recovered faster than me. W, tf. I spent 4 days having a hard time breathing and coughing (which kind of sucks when you’re training for something, let alone two things). Two days ago, I had my stupid green vape — something in my hand when I go to sleep and wake up and all these times in between, and it was next to me in bed. That part of brain that connects know-lee-gee with body observations went “You know not vaping is absolutely better for bronchitis than antibiotics” but a different part of it still wanted to suck that green dicky thing of stupid and then
my BODY didn’t want to.

I’m pretty sure because my hand grabbed vape 1 and 2 (yes I had two) and threw them at the door in such a way that they richocheted and flew down my entire long-ass apartment. I realized it was done when the second one bounced out of sight.

Anyway, spent 2 days recovering and acting like breathing air is therapy. I managed to not strangle anyone at work today very easily — it turns out that for me it’s only an addiction if I think of it like an addiction. It’s just a stupid unhealthy habit that might kill me but definitely gives me an excuse to lose at racing myself, which is pathetic. The streak of not sucking will continue because I rule. The end.

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Every once in a while I realize that my biggest asset and obstacle in my life is just myself. The ridiculous shit I can pull off almost naturally is kind of a real source of joy and I plan to learn how to enjoy that more and more. There will be challenges, there will be moments in between, and there will also be triumphs. Such is life. The contract is sealed.

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GOALS

My marathon time goal…..like ok I’ll be honest in a way I feel it’s been reached. I know I can go faster and it’s a goal but…..I had about 5 good months where that was the focus. I was a near monk, and it was exciting and I loved that.

But it’s weird. I sort of have some body dysmorphia combined with real observations. And that tells me a lots changed because, I honestly didn’t give a shit before. Or maybe I was just so in my head and proud that it was like a wealthy man saying he didn’t care about money. Doesn’t matter — today, part of my subconscious is more fascinated by looking great than going wee. I hate that. I’m also more fascinated by how that became more fascinated. I don’t mind that. Hot take: find yourself really unattractive for objectively correct reasons — say all your teeth are different colors because you ate the wrong fruit. Let’s say you live like that for years and learn to socialize and still get along. Then, you find the right dentist who fixes your dam and everyone is all like GODDAMN GO YOOOO YEEEAH so you too, are all like YEYAY, and then all the noise dies down and you’re like “yeyay?” but your good smile is old hat. And that’s ok, getting used to the attention was never the point.

But then the whitening treatment fades a little. You feel that luster literally go and you suck bleach and, it works. But your stupid brain is a stupid brain. You don’t get the same dopamine rush. So you determine

maybe it’s your smile

your smile isn’t as lustery

And some people take it farther, and bleach two shades even whiter.

This is how bodybuilders feel skinny. And it’s fucking stupid too because, when you can have a self image of yourself that’s in great lighting and with a pump…and when you know that feeling of the hot girl oggling you and then realizing you don’t always look like insta.

I’m not trying to say I’m a victim. Just the opposite — I feel like I’m fucking champing. Just, there are different parts of me and some are really really dumb. There’s objective data, and there’s informational observations, and there’s theoretical concern, and there’s subjective “THIS IS GOOD AND THIS IS BAD” (which is the fucking stupidest of all) and there’s inferred theory that I look for with a confirmation bias and my point is

NONE OF THESE FUCKING PERSPECTIVES RESULT IN THE SAME APPRAISAL OF THE SAME FUCKING BODY. It’s like my fear of the ocean — part of my brain theorizes that there’s a collosal squid that wants to eat me and is constantly looking to see if that moving seaweed is a tenticle. Part of me has reviewed all data available and is so fucking conceited that it believes it understands the limits of all life that I could encounter. Part of me just thinks the water looks bad. Part of me thinks swimming is healthy and that i should do it. And it’s all the same fucking body. Brains are dumb. What I think is really key is — why care so much? That’s what I want to know. I think I’m a little narcissistic if I have to be appreciated for looking like I’m about to fight rocky all the time — that’s really fucking weird. Like what, that makes me worthy of inclusion, attention, praise, love? I mean not no. But the idea that I’d miss out on those for not having a weird look? Dafuck. Brains. Are. Dumb. Sezmybrain.

But when it comes to physicality it’s weird. I want to PR in australia, but I also want to see how well I can do it while also getting stronger now. Not big. And not like, joining the 1000’s club. But I’ve gotten to a fitness point where I can work out for HOURS and ….keep going. If the food and sleep are there, it’s np. And I’m kind of like…..can’t I make 15 pullups look like nothing? What would happen to me if I did? Will it make me slow? If so, how much? And can’t I just do some squats and balance that it? Will that all make me heavier which will make me slower? I don’t know. Let’s find out!

I don’t know why I’m like this either — although I do also enjoy 80% of it.

did I mention brains are dumb?

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Begolden yourself

Did you know that in my city, if you have an ounce of raw gold in your hand and try to give it to strangers, that unless you put skill into doing it in certain ways, most people will actually ignore and walk away from you?

It’s kind of a great thing about New York — we’re buzzed with our activity get out of the way it’s bidnith time.

But it’s a fantastic thing about collective value. Now — if you wore a “RED BULL” t-shirt and hat, and had a clip-board, and gave cans of red bull away — I’m pretty sure you’d have an easier time giving that away than an ounce of raw fucking gold.

I don’t know why this hits me so much but it’s one of the best ways I have to communicate a recent point. Trying to convince others to value a thing is a whole different task than actually identifying value in a thing. And here’s another note that takes it really far:

What if that thing is you.

In friendships, work, dating, family, all of it — sometimes you’re dealing with someone who’s sensibility is different than yours — like they’d make the ‘foolish’ decision of leaving gold behind, because they don’t see the same value, or they’re out for something else. You kind of have to get in their way and make them see the same things to align with you. Goes to that skill thing I was talking about above. And I think it’s effortful, and in some cases masks who you are. It’s where the salesman tricks go fuckit.

If I were that above redbull man with a clip board — I’m no longer Eric. You don’t know the stupid things I’m enthusiastic about. My bidnith is literally trying to give you a red bull for some reason….I’m like a female character in a story that fails the Bechdel test. No autonomy. And some people see certain people like that. Fuck ’em 🙂

What happens if you try to give someone gold, and they reject it? If your feelings are hurt, this means that you value the person’s e-valuation over the actual value. That’s weird. If you know what you’re working with: Why do dat?

Everything has value, but gold is just one of those well-conditioned ideas — has high value because we’ve also got a healthy amount of use for it and we can make it useful. The reputation gives it social value. If you can identify and obtain it for a reasonable cost — well, your decision there should be a no brainer.

That logic doesn’t follow the actual value of things out there though…or people.

I find that many groups might not actually value its people well…and making sure that happens is a key management responsibility.

In the past: I’ve enjoyed interacting with people who see things differently in life. I think to a ridiculous point. That skill was kind of a game — Some sim script like “Hey, value? Value! Value! Valueeeeeeee.” Nowadays? I’ve actually had my fill of abusive idiots (alcoholism and/or unhappy wealthy priviledged people or their poorly raised progeny, man — go read the constitution and get out of your own way you fucking goose honk — fuck!)

And compared to the past, nowadays I have so few days where I do nothing, and also so many where I feel like I didn’t get enough done or feel that my activities were pretty silly. I’m able to look back on timelines and I do want this year to be very different than last year. I think it’s time to try more new things, and see if I find other busy bees who are looking for the same gold in life that I am. Without a sell.

Like, I’ll smile because the conversation’s fun, but I’m not taking my shirt off or wearing one I don’t wanna.

If you know you have a thing where it’s value can’t be amplified by sharing, you’ll feel ok when others don’t take it. I’ve started taking this approach to work and relationships, and I love this fun fact: heart rate has been like 5 bpm on average less since. Either I got more fit after a rest day, or I’m on to something.

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When I was young, my made-up heroes were lone wolves

Just…morphed from a guy who showed up with powers

To a guy who was given powers

To a guy who experienced intense emotional traumas but then due to someone else’s sacrifice
….got powers

and the point was always powers

my best hero

my biggest story

is an everyman who ultimately becomes a champion

He has it tough

he’s a lone wolf at first
And it’s miserable
Depressing
Not because being that way IS miserable and depressing
But because inspiration takes connection, and all he has is principals and feelings and aptitude to be exploited
but then
fuck the powers
the real story is he finds his tribe
That’s the story, and that’s what I’ve been missing for the last couple of years

It’s not about a champion
It’s about a man defining himself as a champion by dedicating himself to a cause that’s bigger than his petty stupid life. I’m not trying to say I’m there — just that I get that point now.

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Today I was asked my favorite movie

I said it’s a tie between gattaca and rocky

two films about champions fighting imposter syndrome who turned out to be the real soulful deal.





………Gee.

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