In efforts to tighten the lax construction arrangements of my life, I've put together a tentative syllabus for two new experiences that'll hopefully remain unaffected by the 'rona pandemic. 1) The DRC Half and 2) 8-mile Turkey Trot.
With every new model, new themes must be webbed in the draft! For the upcoming months, memory and discipline will be spun around with the rhythms of my crooked hips. In order of appearance, it seems to me that involuntary memory will be inescapable of the many sensory experiences such as old routes, old paces, and old funky smells. I won't be able to help but amble in awe the showcases I am now allowed to see thanks to chronological age. Perhaps the moment I raise my finger to tap the glass of remembrance, I'll be able to quickly remember to diverge my attention back to the present. But I am human, and architecture of personal blunder can be quite intriguing.
Secondly, discipline here will be looked at a magnification closer in the frame of disciplinary logic. Such framework for how a running plan should be is not to be reinforced, but to be repeatedly challenged, criticized, and problematized. While I wish to write more on the subject, dinner time is approaching so I will try to summarize. What I have above is a tentative syllabus to guide me to the DRC Half, and the 8-mile TT split into 3 periods: Fundamental, Special, and Specific. However, as I look at this, we have here an example of disciplinary logic. I should not be following this stiffly, but problematizing the formation of this knowledge I have gathered over the years, and seeing how it has become an instrument of control that has the potential to normalize my performance (for example, underperform). I must try to disrupt the regime as much as I can according to how my body feels, and not prescribed workouts, periods, times, benchmarks. I wish to write more, but the tummy seems to be prowling.
This time I will be more engaged and connected. This time I'll ask more open-ended question. This time I will challenge those who shape me.
To never limit myself,
E
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| Rest of 2020 |
With every new model, new themes must be webbed in the draft! For the upcoming months, memory and discipline will be spun around with the rhythms of my crooked hips. In order of appearance, it seems to me that involuntary memory will be inescapable of the many sensory experiences such as old routes, old paces, and old funky smells. I won't be able to help but amble in awe the showcases I am now allowed to see thanks to chronological age. Perhaps the moment I raise my finger to tap the glass of remembrance, I'll be able to quickly remember to diverge my attention back to the present. But I am human, and architecture of personal blunder can be quite intriguing.
Secondly, discipline here will be looked at a magnification closer in the frame of disciplinary logic. Such framework for how a running plan should be is not to be reinforced, but to be repeatedly challenged, criticized, and problematized. While I wish to write more on the subject, dinner time is approaching so I will try to summarize. What I have above is a tentative syllabus to guide me to the DRC Half, and the 8-mile TT split into 3 periods: Fundamental, Special, and Specific. However, as I look at this, we have here an example of disciplinary logic. I should not be following this stiffly, but problematizing the formation of this knowledge I have gathered over the years, and seeing how it has become an instrument of control that has the potential to normalize my performance (for example, underperform). I must try to disrupt the regime as much as I can according to how my body feels, and not prescribed workouts, periods, times, benchmarks. I wish to write more, but the tummy seems to be prowling.
This time I will be more engaged and connected. This time I'll ask more open-ended question. This time I will challenge those who shape me.
To never limit myself,
E
The Mars Volta - Frances The Mute