The Bane of Consistency— % &I started my new year strong. This January, I worked out every single day—I either walked, cycled or played badminton each day. The result was a streak on my Strava calendar, each day filled with an orange circle and an icon designating the sport, sometimes a count of two or three inside those circles, denoting the count of activities recorded within a single day. It inspired me to be consistent, to not miss a day. Some days, I'd just walk a kilometer to log an activity.— % &This February, I continued with my streak and logged in an activity for first three days straight. On the fourth day, I met with an accident. While my knuckles had swollen and a deep gash on my chin had to be stitched, luckily, there was no injury to my legs. The very next day, I walked 3.5 kilometers and followed it up by another 5.5 kilometers the next day. The following day, I just vegetated at home. My jaw hurt, my right hand was still swollen. At night, I decided to go see a friend and upon realising, I didn't walk or record an activity, I cheated. I slyly and sheepishly recorded a fake workout. I turned on the outdoor cycling workout mode on my watch and drove my motorbike for six kilometers. After all, I couldn't afford to kill my streak! It would look bad on me.— % &The workout added one more orange circle to my unbroken Strava streak and it showed me cycling at a whopping 29 kmph for the distance, a speed honestly not possible given my condition—I still can't close my right fist properly to hold the handlebars. Moreover, the elevation, speed-breakers, the pothole-ridden patches, and the worst of all, the traffic would have reduced my speed to a maximum of 20kmph even if I were well. Embarrassingly enough, Strava showed it was a new personal best, a frigging speed record on that route! I had never cycled this fast before.— % &The next day, I went for Cubbon Reads and while I did walk some good 4-5 kilometers through the day, it was not a concentrated effort so I didn't record. When I chose to drive over to another friend's in the evening, I was tempted to game my streak again. Another fake cycling to fill in for my lethargy. But somehow, this time I didn't feel like. It was not morality that prevented me from faking it. My moral compass is quite loose, frankly (blame it on being a writer—every morally corrupt thing I do is an interesting turning point in an otherwise boring story of my life, giving me a story to tell, like now). I didn't feel like recording anything for the simple reason—the distance of 1km was too little to cycle. I felt it didn't suit a cyclist of my calibre, ha! My Strava streak was broken yesterday, after a good 40 days run since the new year. And you know what... — % &I feel so f***ing liberated! Now I don't have to workout for the sake of a streak, but for the joy of it. I haven't yet worked out today and I don't know if I will yet. But I do wish to go watch water birds in a nearby park in the evening if I'm free. A long walk might happen, but for an altogether different and truer reason. Not for my 2024 everyday workout resolve, now broken. Sadly, this is what New Year resolutions do. They clamp us down on a routine and slowly starts suckling joy out of the thing we do, often not providing us a window to exercise our free will. That's what having a checklist for books does too. — % &It's funny what being an amateur enthusiast can do to us at times. To get into a routine, into a good habit, we lose the call of our body, of our mind. As a seasoned reader, I advocate every reading enthusiast to not read for some checklist but for pleasure, but look what I did! I ended up doing the same with fitness, even faking it. Thanks to the conscious missing of that orange circle from my consistency streak, I would now get to walk when I want to, how much I want to. Now, my Strava feed won't be filled with hurried 1ks and 2ks on terrace before midnight just to log a workout, but a longer 3k or 5k done because I want to walk. For birds, or for words. — % &
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