Today I woke up, did 60 Rocky-style sit-ups and planked for 1 minute and 30 seconds. Yesterday I planked for 1 minute and 20 seconds, so I am officially one day closer to beating the world planking record of 8 hours 15 minutes and 15 seconds. I’m still trying to figure out how someone can go 8 hours without a pretzel.
I decided to escape confinement and go for a run jog speed-walk stroll.
As been the recent routine, I recorded my day in pictures.
The day began with constant reminders of restrictions.
And speed bumps.
And roadblocks.
And rules.
Since jogging with briefcases is clearly not allowed, I decided not to enter this neighborhood.
I was confronted with things I didn’t have.
Like wings.
And masks.
And the freedom to simply go.
I was even envious of those who were still able to go to work as if it were just an ordinary day in 2019.
Looking down is the easiest way to feel grounded.
And small.
So I looked up instead.
There is nothing like a flawless sky to awaken freedom.
And gratitude.
I ended the day at happy hour.
And got a head start of holiday festivities.
#stayhealthyandsafe
Rantings of a Stoic 