#training log

For today's session — looping one track for an hour, watching some gifs I made + writing a mantra for about one page (I should have included affirmations also but I don't have enough time🥲)

Main audio link:

I also listen to this on and off:

And the classic that I'm integrating as a white noise to sleep to:

Wash your brain regularly guys! Hygiene is key

The instructor asked point blank "what happened just there?"

Without missing a beat I described: "He came in for a stitch while his hips were facing away from me, so I did not bother to parry, I kept my sword on the line and he impaled himself on it while his point missed completely."

@lobaeclipse

Have almost 5 min of nonsense 🤣 In my defense it’s split between two dogs and a good chunk is trying to get Hazard to remember how taking turns works.

This is the best Hazard has ever done and I may name this for a play dead trick.

K’seil…has done better but was particularly squirrelly tonight.

06:00

Robin was scheduled to begin training at 05:00. He arrived in the cave at 04:50. If punctuality were the only metric, I would have no concerns. Unfortunately, the session did not proceed as planned. He demonstrated exceptional agility, evading every rubber round Alfred fired at him. His acrobatics were precise—too precise. Instead of advancing on the gunman as instructed, he diverted into unnecessary flourishes. Flips, spins, lateral vaults across the cave. Wasted movement. Wasted time. After repeated commands to neutralize the weapon, he finally complied—by kicking a fish from the underwater cavern into the barrel of the machine gun. Creative. Effective. Reckless. And completely inappropriate for the exercise. He seems unable, or unwilling, to take the work seriously for more than moments at a time. When I told him to stop performing, he told me to stop being “boring.” Discipline is not optional in this line of work. If he’s going to survive—if we’re going to be effective—he must understand that saving Gotham is not a performance. It is a responsibility. One he has yet to fully grasp.

things have been going well. i keep eating intuitively and i’ve been putting on 300g of body weight per week. this is a modest gain but is in line with the expected range for someone who’s still improving all of their major and minor lifts. obviously there is a gain in lean body mass in there or else I wouldn’t have been able to progress.

it feels weird being larger. i obviously don’t mind the complements on the arms, but i am looking fuller without a shirt as well and that feels odd to me because for the longest time my body was like “active = abs”/“sedentary = no abs”. it’s weird to know and see yourself working hard but not having the chiseled aesthetic to match.

part of this journey to me is about discovering where i can get when i look visually bigger and trusting the process, which is hard. i’ll ride the newbie bulk wave until my strength gains on the major lifts plateau for four weeks. and only then start to cut.

this kinda sucks because it may very well take me the entirety of summer (it’s summer in brasil this time of year, if you didn’t know) to get there but hey

Didn't sleep much last night, had a weird day at work and came home confused and famished. Need to pay better attention to my food and finally get around mealprepping.. not tonight, though.

I did the bare minimum, repeated two forms just before bed. Too sleepy to do anything else.