Pride of accomplishment.
I have been living this WHOOP life, now, for exactly two months and can hardly believe the difference a personal digital health and fitness coach has made in my life. In October, I was but a shell of my former self. A man besotted with laziness, settled into a non-positive inertia.
Mired.
Today, I am reborn, striving to break a six-minute mile, dancing two vital roles in an upcoming performance of The Nutcracker, surfing with much flair, writing helpful, informative articles about a journey that guides this very community into being best, standing outside the gates of health and wellness Valhalla ruddy cheek’d and proud.
I recently changed the sleek band on my device, from black to a steel grey, and realized that I must have been wearing it too tight thereby retarding my strain numbers. I was wow’d after that first run, watching it soar up past 16, very near John John Florence numbers. I was inspired after that first ballet rehearsal, reveling in it climbing past 10 even though I only practiced the “beer dance” and not even Mother Ginger.
And now, newly inspired, I have decided to prioritize my recovery, get the best sleep, hit the only whispered about maximum strain.
21.
WHOOP measures strain by, “summarizing metric of the cardiovascular load – the level of strain training takes on a cardiovascular system as based on heart rate achieved during an individual activity or over the course of a day.”
Genius and the scale reads thusly:
Light Strain (0-9) – This strain category indicates room for active recovery with minimal stress being put on the body.
Moderate Strain (10-13) – This category indicates moderate stress is being put on the body, which helps maintain fitness.
High Strain (14-17) – This category indicates increased stress and/or activity which helps build fitness gains in your training.
All Out (18-21) – This category indicates all-out training or a packed activity day that put significant stress on the body and may be difficult to recover from the day after.
I don’t know how often John John Florence goes “all out” but I’d imagine the day I surf, run, dance the beer dance, the full party scene, including scolding children on stage, and Mother Ginger on the same day, I will reach the gates of health and wellness Valhalla and clink horns filled with self-satisfaction with him there.
Aiming for Saturday.
“…meet JJF and clink horns with him…”
I found a genuine unaltered photograph of the two of you ‘clinking horns’, but won’t show it here out of respect for JJF since only your horn was filled with self-satisfaction.
His horn looked quite uninterested, so it was a very one-sided horn clink shot…