I see why I started writing poems and other literary styles… writing in a journal everyday is boring and feels masturbatory. I really don’t (tragically) have that many unique thoughts to warrant 15 minutes of brain space per day. For the past couple of weeks it’s been the same old: - Work woes - Mortgage applications are annoying - My body is getting stronger - Money Whilst it would be great to be a famous wit I am not. Although to be fair, even if I were a famous wit *how much of my wit would be remembered*? Even the most famous wit of all time, Oscar Wilde’s entire witticisms can be condensed into a play, a book, and a dozen quotes. Considering how much that man wrote (probably) and talked (probably) these artifacts represent a tiny fraction of his entire life. My skin is looking great, with the sores and redness on my feet clearing up every day. Once the steroid cream for my feet has run out, I hope my body’s natural healing ability can take over and be enough to sort out the last leg of healing. My hands continue to be a bit of a trouble spot and I’m not sure if climbing aggravates them. It doesn’t really matter as I’m not going to stop climbing. In fact, there’s more exercise on the horizon with Emma and I joining a gym. Super looking forward to working out with a buddy and I think the strength gains are going to be immense, which will directly translate to climbing ability…sort of. My overall core (as in not the area the “core” but my strength fundamentally) is strong enough to climb most things. It’s my finger tendons and forearms that need training, as well as my overall technique. That’s not as interesting as getting to do a regular activity with Emma. I think she’s going to really enjoy doling weights AND we can jog to the gym. I’ve never felt better about body than when I’ve been weight training, there’s something about the progression and constant muscle fatigue that makes me feel like I’m spending my time well. I’m reminded of two quotes, one about how rest is earned and another about how man shapes himself… found it: > “Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor” this was said by Alexis Carrel a Noble Prize winner. My internet searching of the other quoted netted me thousands of ugly images with boring quotes about sleep on them. #exercise #quotes #goals