The most important step toward robust mental & physical health is when we realize that no single protocol, program supplement or Rx* is alone going to solve it & we instead initiate a series of *daily actions toward persistent wellbeing*. Those actions are (& always will be): 1) sleep, 2) viewing sunlight (even through clouds), 3) movement (cardio & resistance & mobility training; not necessarily all on the same day), 4) quality nutrition (content, amount timing), 5) social connection, including connection to self.
From there, the list expands, of course, based on individual needs, preferences, disposable income, etc. but the above 5 form a robust and reliable foundation.
*some people require Rx medication support of course. That does not erase the need for the basic 5 behaviors.
If you think you need to play every session flawlessly, remember that Napoleon's definition of a military genius is "the man who can do the average thing while everyone else around him is going crazy"
Footage of Nucking_futs_yuri and the Ukrainian 59th Motorized Brigade performing a heavy assault on a Russian position holding a local crossroads.
The group loses their supporting tank to a mine, and a HMMWV to a Russian artillery shell, but eventually takes the position.
#ProjectAfrica Day 107: 60km
Gonna be honest the last few days have probably been some of the toughest of my life.
On day 102 I was separated from the boys & the support van after some impassable roads in the planned route.
In an attempt to find the boys at a village on the plan B route, I stumbled into a rural settlement where the chief told me I must give him money. I had none. So that went down well.
Pretty soon I found myself surrounded by lots of game blokes with machetes. Was escorted out the village into the bush. Mind was racing. I’ve heard the horror stories. Thought I might be about to become one. Emptied my bag to show I had nothing but a half eaten biscuit. Gave it to them, and ran.
Spent the next few hours bushwhacking through overgrown jungle paths. Trying to stay off any tracks until I was far away. Made it to the village on the plan B route to find the road was also impassable for the support van again.
Exhausted and dehydrated, I started heading back to the last known place with passable roads when 2 blokes pulled up on a motorbike. They spoke no English but tried to communicate I must come with them to get back to my friends.
As you can imagine, I was extremely reluctant. I also had no money, food, water, signal, data, or knowledge of where the boys were. Was growing increasingly concerned that I wouldn’t find any of these things before sunset.
So I decided my best bet was to trust that the boys had sent these guys to bring me to them. What happened next was a 7 hour motorbike ride deeper into the jungle. In my head I thought this was it. Me. The self proclaimed hardest geezer. About to get held in a Congo gulag before being ripped apart limb by limb and eaten.
So yeah. That was some going. Eventually I rolled into a village late in the evening where I was taken into a hut, and lots of men argued about what to do with me and talked about how much money I owe them (still had none).
Then the acting chief who spoke small amounts of English came, and we managed to iron things out. Get French speaking Harry on the phone, and find that this was a misunderstanding. The boys spent the next couple days trying to get together a rescue plan through some of the worst roads I’ve ever seen. Bring some money for these people, and get me back.
We made it out. And travelled back to the start point of day 102, where I ran 60km today on our new route. My head ain’t fully there right now. But we move the same way as always, forward🫡
#ProjectAfrica Day 101/102: 42.2km/42.2km
We peaced out of the 3rd country of the mission. Rocked up to DRC and it has been non stop chaos ever since. Thought I was in for it today when a group of blokes pulled infront of me on motorbikes asking to chat. Not my first rodeo. Hard swerve. No Francais monsieur.
They then followed me down the road but turned out to be non uniform officials wanting to check my documents after some locals flagged an odd looking bloke running through the villages. Fair to assume ginger lads hitting steady 1s & 2s aren’t a regular occurrence in these parts of the world.
Few delays to proceedings with this type of logistical dilemas over the last couple days but eventually pulled up to this lovely little village this evening after being invited in by the chief. Top bloke. Big day planned for tomorrow🫡
add liq then pull profit,
it’s easy money.
but the blockchain is a dark forest,
and you leave a trail of crumbs.
you’re not sure how they got into your building. or why they’re not wearing masks.
it makes sense they start with your watch hand. easy come, easy go.
TRUE WEALTH (2nd Ed)
Worriless sleeping
Clear conscience
Reciprocal gratitude
Absence of envy
Foamy coffee
Crusty bread
Inexperienced enemies
Frequent laughs
No meals alone
No gym classes
Gravel bicycling
Good digestive functions
No Zoom meetings
Periodic surprises
Nothing to hide: financial and fiscal tranquility
Muscular strength & endurance
Ability to nap
Access to a hammock