A semi-wistful reflection on doing stuff more than thinking about stuff you would like to do. Also I’m still alive.
I still train, and try to improve very specific techniques for a change.
Gym reopens, local non-binary is forced to decide on stuff.
My "exercise" "regime" for pandemic times is going better than I suspected.
Oh hello, devastating pandemic. We would be happy to see the back of you.
I have done a year of BJJ and a bit more. Here's how it's been and what happens next.
A log of the two weeks I wasn't fit to train. I still managed to learn a new fascinating thing about my body.
Office Job + A Combat Sport = A Sad Thoracic Spine
Here are all my favourite health fails from the past two weeks. Less rolling, more sigh.
I attended my first graduation on June 20 and felt uncharacteristically touched by symbols again. I also received a stripe for my white belt.