33 days until 70.3 ironman
I went for a 9.39km run. It felt good. My average pace was 9 minutes 2 seconds per kilometre. In running terms that is quite slow but a huge improvement for me since starting this training journey back in January.
Back then I was running 11 minute to 13 minute kilometres. So my pace is improving which feels really great.
I saw this reel or YouTube short (fell back on it a few times this weekend) that in order to not get cut off for a half iron man you need a 3 min twenty second per 100 metre swim pace, just under a 22 kilometre per hour bike pace and an 8 minute per kilometre run pace.
The swim and the bike I am well above. The run obviously behind. So we will see if I can finish next month or if it will be a DNF.
Either way this process has been a win.
33 days away until race day.
Excited and nervous.
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My hands are shaking.
I am out of zonnics. I brought the rest of them to Halifax with me; they all got used. For the best I think.
We’ll see if I can continue to not buy them.
Probably trying to change too much at once. Quitting porn, quitting binge eating/changing my diet, getting off of technology, etc..
I think the next thing will be to start leaving my phone or look for a flip phone or dumb phone or something like that.
I am using an old iPhone 13 I bought of my friend for $25. However I wouldn’t be surprised if it had Pegasus installed on it.
Because I have some political ambitions I just assume every piece of technology I use is bugged. My house is definitely. My calls with friends and family. Anyone really, is for sure bugged.
It’s sad.
It’s sad to say that out load. To type it out loud.
But the evidence is just… undeniable.
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I just put my SIM card into an old Samsung phone from maybe the 2010 or earlier era.
The screen turned on when I charged it but the battery signal with a yellow exclamation triangle popped up. Wonder if that means the battery is dead or not? I guess we’ll see.
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Halifax was fun.
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My cousin set me up with his friend who needs help with some carpentry work.
His friend’s a good fly fisherman. I asked him if I could exchange labour for fly fishing skills.
He said he’d probably still pay me and give me fly fishing lessons for free.
I was pretty happy about that.
We meet up on Thursday to see if I’m what he’d like as a carpentry helper.
I got to be honest I’m alright at construction stuff I just lack focus so am not the best worker at times. I love to chat and slack off. But I can be serious and focus when I need to.
I just also need an appropriate amount of fun and realness on the job too; you know?
All these job postings asking for organized, fast working, professional people. That ain’t me. I am slow, disorganized, and need to be told things multiple times.
I can mask organized, fast working, and professional pretty well. But it burns me out pretty quick if I have to be that all the time. I cannot keep it composed like that for too long periods of time. At least not like others; or more like not anymore.
So future employers you should probably know that about me.
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Maybe I could, maybe I am not maintaining frame enough.
Companies are like women and job seekers are like men. It’s similar dynamics to the cat and mouse chase of the dating world.
One wants everything and nothing at the same time. The other wants love and respect but will be chewed to the bone if they offer up any of it.
It’s a tricky dynamic. A thin tight rope to cross.
Many fall to their doom. People and companies alike.
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I’m dead. I’m alive. I’m dead again. I’m alive again.
It goes on and on until one day you actually die.
Such is life.
Such is life.
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