Surprisingly, home workouts don't suck. I mean, not more than the usual- I cannot breathe, I might pass out, why the f*&% do I do this suckiness. The key for me has been consistency in terms of time, and variation in the training itself. Setting tolerant mini-goals have been helpful as well. I struggle on... Continue Reading →
Day 14 was mired in household chores, literature review (for work) and contemplation. I went to bed early (i.e. 01:00 AM rather than 03:00 AM) and hoped to wake early. I did wake up earlier than usual today. 06:00 AM is much later than my pre- COVID 04:00AM start, but the past couple of weeks... Continue Reading →
Does't this feel like the proverbial calm before the storm? Do you sense the worse is yet to come. Like we are seated to watch a blockbuster movie, and the pre- movie trailers and adverts keep running on. If this is truly an apocalypse, it's seems quite tranquil at the moment no? I had a... Continue Reading →
I. AM. OBSESSED. Before we get into the specifics, read about my physical pursuits here and here or just click on the Runday Monday link above. I have been seriously "lifting" since my second born was about 14 weeks. 8 months and counting now. The sheer physicality of moving heavy things around never appealed to me before.... Continue Reading →
Let's talk some serious business today. Very serious. My new fitness goals. My current obsession. My new thang. My joie de vivre. Like you care about it. HA! Still, I shall trudge on and bore you for a few mins. Or maybe you are utterly bored anyway, and that is why you are here. Either way.... Continue Reading →
Forgive me if any of you folks are having a difficult time in life. Apologies if you have bigger problems. Please do no take offence to the fact that my current problem is finding a gym in Doha that opens before 6 AM. And please do not mention those hotel gyms that would cost me... Continue Reading →
Hiya folks. God it's been long. I have just been going with the flow the past few months. The mission each day is "Survive Today". And so everything except the bare necessities of family and work life have taken a back seat. No. Not the back seat, they have been kicked out of the room... Continue Reading →
I have quit. There. I have said it. Out loud. * Long breath* The mojo has long been murdered by circumstance, though I can not be blamed for giving in without a fight. I fought, long and hard. But my loss was pre-ordained, almost inevitable. I could blame dodgy knees. Or work-days which stretch into... Continue Reading →
I gaze at my Fitbit. It shows a series of numerals. 3 1 2 3 4 0 or thereabouts. I see the numbers, they register somewhere in the nether regions of my acutely occupied mind, stowed away for comprehension at a more convenient time (a.k.a. right now). This was at about the 17 hour mark,... Continue Reading →
I know it isn't Monday yet, but I couldn't pass by without sharing something as incredible as this. Every time I was in rotation at the Orthopedic OR, I remember how a the whole "macho- butcher-bunch" would have a good laugh at my "little" self. A particularly pleasant 6 feet 3 gentleman would "shield" me... Continue Reading →
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