Nothing too exciting. Lifting heavier weights and following it up by ruck sack packing heavier weights for faster walks for longer periods of time. Eating better for me foods each day. Trying to find moments to sleep whenever I can. Drinking lots of water.
Still hate running. I receive no joy from it other than to say I gutted it out and completed what I set my mind to complete. I find genuine joy in walking up to bar stacked with heavy plates and defying gravity with it. Like how a heavy pack feels when I first load it onto my back, and love how it feels when I take it off after I've sweated my arse off carrying it up hills.
I totally get it on the bar and the satisfaction of moving it.
I do get a weird enjoyment from riding and running, though. Kinda the same feeling.... "saw a limit and beat it" kinda thing.
