A fumble

Today was to be Day 2 of the 8k challenge. But for whatever reason (more mental than physical), the body refused to move. And just before my usually early dinner, I pinged Team Thylio I don’t have it in me to hit the tarmac today. And before I knew it, there was a series of messages that hit my phone. Sounded simple enough!

And so, a slow 30 minute stroll it was in which. Did just about 2k. But felt significantly, significantly better. If exercise could be had as a pill, people would pop it by the dozen. I have no idea how many ‘feel-good’ hormones it releases.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll try work on some lifestyle changes. Instead of attempting all of the 8k at one go, will chunk it into two — one chunk in the morning and another chunk in the evening. This is a pointer my good friend Dr Rajat Chauhan had offered and I know it works really well in the longer run.

The 8k challenge

So, I’m back. It’s been over a week since I wrote an update here. My bad!

First things first! There was an update from the good folks at Thyl.io. A week of monitoring my diet later, and after factoring in for the exercise I do (which right now is mostly walking), the math suggested I’m doing okay. I burn more calories than I consume. But I ought to do better.

So, the next challenge has been thrown at me. To do 8k every single day. And it’s non-negotiable. I’ve been doing between 4-5k every day. This is pretty much double what I do.

Did it for the time yesterday. I thought that would be easy as hell. It didn’t kill me. But the last 1k took the Mickey out of me. And boy oh boy! I got mad hungry and kept eating like a beast!

Thought I’d wake up today and do a 3k in the morning and a 5k later in the evening — break the walk up. But didn’t happen. I just slept it out and the body wanted to rest. So, that’s what I’ve been doing. Working and resting.