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The longer you do something, the more you grow and get better, the harder it can be to see progress.
While I believe the above to be generally true, I noticed it recently when working out.
Over the past year, I’ve spent a lot of time in the pool and on the erg (workout log) with only a few bike workouts here and there.
Last night, I hopped on the Peloton bike for a 30 minute “easy” ride. Allowing myself to get a little competitive with the other folks riding with me and, perhaps more importantly, my former self, I ended the workout with a new personal record.
The results were surprising because I didn’t feel like I was in particularly good shape - and yet, there I was - staring at a marker of progress.
It was a good day.
Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week, fucked around and got a triple double
- Ice Cub, “It Was a Good Day”
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