Day 3 - Repetition
Posted on Feb 6th, 2006
by
Tuff Ghost
A while ago Mr. Salamone wrote something that struck me as really good advice. He wrote that in any practise, in particular any physical practise, you should aim to complete at least one repetition per day. Now, one push up or one sit up or jogging one metre might not seem like the hardest task, but just doing it each day seems to be enough to keep me going to the next day. Also, if you're going to go to all the effort of doing one push up, you're more than likely to press on and turn that one push up into 10, then 20, then 30.
More importantly, however, it's a way to keep your practise going when things get sticky or difficult. For me, this means when I'm hungover, or tired, or sick, or distracted, or writing essays at 3am whilst flirting with polyphasic sleep. It's a way of beating the demons of procrastination to a slimy, masticated end.
This is, I think, the main problem with experiments like this one. It's one thing to be motivated when things are running smoothly, quite another to keep it up when your cat dies, or your friend flies in from Singapore and all you want to do is bake cakes and watch Kung Fu Hustle. For more thoughts on this very topic, read the delightful Jean (speaking of people that I owe cakes).
But for me, the hypermasculinist ILP is what I need right now. As Coolmel once said, you've gotta bake the bread before you can make the self toast (or words to that effect). So right now I'm an Army of One, as the army used to say.
That, I think, will be the real test of how applicable and useful the ILP is, whether or not it helps me through the shower of shit that will no doubt come raining down one day. That's not to say I can blame the ILP when things go "Tits Up" as we uncouth convicts like to say, but I'll be keen to see how flexible the overall approach is.
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Jogging Update: The stabbing pains weren't quite so bad. I played tennis later in the day and absolutely kicked my friend's arse, 6-0 6-3. In my family, a 6-0 loss is called a 'pants down' - one guess as to why - but my friend, in the interest of public safety, kept his pants on.
Oh and another thing, would the US postal service hurry it up already!
More importantly, however, it's a way to keep your practise going when things get sticky or difficult. For me, this means when I'm hungover, or tired, or sick, or distracted, or writing essays at 3am whilst flirting with polyphasic sleep. It's a way of beating the demons of procrastination to a slimy, masticated end.
This is, I think, the main problem with experiments like this one. It's one thing to be motivated when things are running smoothly, quite another to keep it up when your cat dies, or your friend flies in from Singapore and all you want to do is bake cakes and watch Kung Fu Hustle. For more thoughts on this very topic, read the delightful Jean (speaking of people that I owe cakes).
But for me, the hypermasculinist ILP is what I need right now. As Coolmel once said, you've gotta bake the bread before you can make the self toast (or words to that effect). So right now I'm an Army of One, as the army used to say.
That, I think, will be the real test of how applicable and useful the ILP is, whether or not it helps me through the shower of shit that will no doubt come raining down one day. That's not to say I can blame the ILP when things go "Tits Up" as we uncouth convicts like to say, but I'll be keen to see how flexible the overall approach is.
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Jogging Update: The stabbing pains weren't quite so bad. I played tennis later in the day and absolutely kicked my friend's arse, 6-0 6-3. In my family, a 6-0 loss is called a 'pants down' - one guess as to why - but my friend, in the interest of public safety, kept his pants on.
Oh and another thing, would the US postal service hurry it up already!

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