Over two months ago or so, I had joined a gym. The plan was to get beck into my fitness live style and all that jazz. Three to four weeks later, I canceled my membership. At the time — and perhaps still — I wasn’t feeling too comfortable to be in such a place. Also did not help that the place didn’t seem been taken cared for. This week, I started again, but at home, here it’s safe — allegedly.

And here’s the thing. When you are at the gym, you are physically and mentally — ideally — there. Once you're there, it is you and your thoughts, perhaps your music, iron, and sweat. When you are at home, well, I feel like there are more distractions, even if you’re by yourself. Maybe not distractions but temptations, you can stop and just sit on the couch, or go to the fridge and whatnot.

This has been my problem when working out at home, all the distractions and temptations. This week I found a way to make it work.

I need to keep the monkey, in my brain, occupied.

So, I have my ’routine’ and, if possible, I turn the tv, put Naruto on, and get to it! Yes, you could say this could be a distraction, true. However, I have already seen this anime show, and it is not playing for my entertainment, it’s for the monkey in my brain.

I am not certain that I ever want to go back to a gym, I mean, I like gyms, just not sure if I’m comfortable with them — yet. The idea is to buy equipment, little by little, and condition the garage as my home gym.

We shall see

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Luna, my 2-soon-to-be-3 years-old, truly knows how to troll me and push my buttons. She knows I loathe it when she calls me daddy, I’m not ‘daddy’, I am papá!

But every time I call her attention for something she’s not supposed to be doing or say,

Luna, no

I get the,

okay, daddy

🤬

I got my COVID booster shot yesterday and unlike the fort to doses, it knocked me down a bit. I had the shot yesterday, and apart from a sore arm, I had no other issues. Furthermore, I drank a lot of water last night, added some Emergen-C to it as well, just in case.

Sometime in the middle of the night, it started. Feeling like crap, body aches and shivering. I had a hard time getting out off bed this morning. And to make things worse, not only I was having body aches, but I am also sore from yesterday workout. Especially my legs, so moving around was tough.

Then I had some coffee, as you do, and some ibuprofen, next thing I know I am not feeling too crappy and started sweating, a lot. By 10:00 am, I was already feeling much, much better!

I did some leg stretches to help with the soreness, and I am pretty much myself again — ish. Still have a bit of a headache and I feel tired, which is reasonable, it is not like had a pleasant night sleeping. Oh, and my arm, it still hurts a bit.

All that said, I am alive and kicking.

Over two months ago or so, I had joined a gym. The plan was to get beck into my fitness live style and all that jazz. Three to four weeks later, I canceled my membership. At the time — and perhaps still — I wasn’t feeling too comfortable to be in such a place. Also did not help that the place didn’t seem been taken cared for. This week, I started again, but at home, here it’s safe — allegedly.

And here’s the thing. When you are at the gym, you are physically and mentally — ideally — there. Once you’re there, it is you and your thoughts, perhaps your music, iron, and sweat. When you are at home, well, I feel like there are more distractions, even if you’re by yourself. Maybe not distractions but temptations, you can stop and just sit on the couch, or go tothe fridge and whatnot.

This has been my problem when working out at home, all the distractions and temptations. This week I found a way to make it work.

I need to keep the monkey, in my brain, occupied.

So, I have my ’routine’ and, if possible, I turn the tv, put Naruto on, and get to it! Yes, you could say this could be a distraction, true. However, I have already seen this anime show, and it is not playing for my entertainment, it’s for the monkey in my brain.

I am not certain that I ever want to go back to a gym, I mean, I like gyms, just not sure if I’m comfortable with them — yet. The idea is to buy equipment, little by little, and condition the garage as my home gym.

We shall see

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Luna, my 2-soon-to-be-3 years-old, truly knows how to troll me and push my buttons. She knows I loathe it when she calls me daddy, I’m not ‘daddy’, I am papá!

But every time I call her attention for something she’s not supposed to be doing or say,

Luna, no

I get the,

okay, daddy

🤬

i am not entirely sure what made me think about this but, thought of it, i did anyway.

Back in the college days, when i still had no car or license to drive. (yes, i didn’t have the need for driving and didn’t get to it until my first year of college). i was always out and about with my buddy jonathan. Jonathan, had a nissan sentra (can’t remember the year) but it was relatively old but in good conditions. good as in good to go out drag-racing other cars.

one particular afternoon we were strolling, probably on our way to some hole-in-the-wall to have a few beers. this is ponce, Puerto Rico, it was hot, hence a cold beer was needed. we are in our way when we saw another sporty car, a possible racing contender, right.

we approach the other car, and it is obvious our intentions, or jonathan’s rather. the gentleman on the other car gets what we are trying to do, to which he yells at us,

sorry, i am working

and proceeds to show us his gun.

i cannot tell or remember the model, type of gun but to me, it was huge and reason enough to reply,

sorry, our bad, good luck

we drove away, to the hole-in-the-wall, and had a few beers in peace.

the end

Yet again, I am having ideas of closing my instagram account. This time, for like the fifth time, sighs. Not because it is overwhelming or hate against Facebook (or Meta), but because my tendency to browse or look at things that somehow causes me anxiety in some ways. And it is especially through its explore tab. I go in there and I doom-scroll and it might sound stupid but, I get anxiety out of it. And even thoughI know this, I fall for it every time.

Comparison is the thief of joy

— attributed to President Theodore Roosevelt and others

I wish there was a way to hide that tab or there was a third-party Instagram client, so I can ignore that feature. Though, for me, it is not a feature. I indeed closed the account a few days ago out off impulsive rage — for like 12 hours. Instagram is no longer a place for photos, I don’t enjoy it as such, it is more a way to stay in contact with friends that are not in my usual social venues.

I’ve got to turn this thing off!

According to this notification, my AirPods Pro are somewhere in the middle of the freeway.

What?

I actually doubled guessed myself for a second!

My AirPods are actually — and have been the entire time — in my left pocket.

🤨