I haven't always like exercising.
For a long time, anything more intensive than the running I had done on the playground was seemingly so out of reach. I could only look on at people in the track and field teams and their performances, labelling them in my head as someone of a different class.
Someone beneath me.
I'll admit, it was an ugly emotion. I prided myself on academics, and was only moderately good at anything sporty — and only by virtue of brute effort. I saw physical exertion as a lower function, something to be done by those whose intellect couldn't take first place.
But, slowly, this entrenched idea began to be chipped and hacked at, until some years ago it was finally dislodged. I came to regret looking down, deep down in jealousy, upon people who could do better than the bare minimum of physical achievements. I started to want to also claim that ability for myself.
So, over time, I've decided that I also need to start exercising, regardless of how hopelessly weak I really was. After it occurred to me that, in addition to the mind, there was the body, just waiting to be taken to its limits, it did make me, who tended to be a bit competitive, feel somewhat left behind, as it was. I wanted to do much, much better, and now I've decided that's exactly what will happen.
I'm sorry to everyone I looked down on before; I've written down my feelings here to express how shameful and disgraceful this jealousy is, but also to document this stage in what I today perceive as a chance for me to evolve: a chance, also, to penetrate new boundaries and make the most of the body I've been given. Everyone, I'm gonna join you up there at the top!
Well, that theatrical speech aside, I do still take this stuff seriously, and I've got a number of physical goals I'd like to attain as part of my overall journey in life; in exercise, my ultimate goal is to to maximise the strength and physique I can feasibly build, slowly working up to the highest levels of fitness and health. Ultimately, it's all for the health, so I'm looking primarily for both strength and hypertrophy, and only to a lesser extent endurance and conditioning. Nevertheless, I also want to supplement the above with hearty development of the cardiovascular.
Despite talking big game, at the beginning of my journey in ~2020, I probably started off at a place of lamentable weakness: I could, yes, do a pull-up and a push-up, but, lacking any sense of motivation or direction, I never made considerable progress until I started taking it seriously—in 2024. Even in 2024, I'm still weak beyond belief, but my progress is coming along: in addition to building up my pull-up repetitions to about 10+, and push-ups to the 10s or 20s, I'm taking steps to build towards muscle-ups and, eventually, planche, and one-armed variations of the above. To this day, my legs are still poorly developed, which I've been more conscious of lately, so I'm thinking of doing more squats to remedy this. I can't say if it'll be enough, though, and I also don't have any plans yet what to do when simple squats stop making any progress.
The truth is, with just the above, it would be insolent to high hell to call myself much of anything, but it's probably the most I can do without sacrificing something else. I'm nowhere near there at all yet, and I apologise if I've been arrogant in listing these goals and with my feelings and all, but I will try in future to vindicate these ambitions and make this page more than just a burst of hot air.