On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I am a little bit puzzled. This series of posts was triggered by a sun dappled afternoon sipping coffee. The event was buoyant, positive, spring like, seductive.
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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I became lost on the way to the meeting. We arranged to meet in Chelsea, a town just north of one of Gargantua’s major facilities, a location I had visited many times before by both car, and bicycle. I felt confident of being able to get there without difficulty. Over confident. The route required only one left turn followed by two rights. No problem.
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Have been troubled by my inability to correctly gauge the total height of the hill climb. Today I went out and did 4 reps with a recovery loop between each hill rep. The first time I made this climb I arrived at the top half dead, totally incapable of further forward movement until I had fully recovered my breath. Today, I marched up to the top without any problem at all. And did it four times running.
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