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Almost one year ago, to date, or maybe six months, I strapped a WHOOP band around my wrist, logged on to a technical breakdown by the WHOOP team and bathed myself in an unhealthy skepticism. The media attache was bubbly and fit, excited about how the personal digital fitness and health coach had changed her life, excited about how it would change ours.
Except dubiousness reigned in my foolish heart.
What she said made sense, sure, but I was ok, didn’t need no help, would never need help.
WHOOP was for someone else. For the generally unfit, lightly out of shape. The Gogganses of this world.
Still, I kept the sleek neoprene strop around wrist and even began checking in with the easy to navigate cellular telephone application that marked just how much my life had succumbed to a pitiful inertia.
Movement, actual movement, heart-pumping, blood-pulsing movement a rarity.
Well, I committed to changing that, slowly, at first, with a rapid uptick once I realized how much better I felt when sore, when physically tired, when actually pushing myself.
How much better I surfed.
And so I started jogging and checking my Strain numbers. I started dancing ballet and checking my Strain numbers. I began sleeping when told, resting when warned, surfing more.
And better.
All of a sudden, the active, healthy life was mine though without some major reckoning but rather simple daily reminders, tips, data and statistics.
I began plotting even more ballet performances, a path toward climbing Mt. Everest, under 6 minute mile time, session at the legendary wave that crowns surfing champions.
Lower Trestles.
WHOOP, at the end, is a dream maker and while you may remain skeptical, dubious, foolish, I dare you to try to break your own dismal inertia for we all know inertia is death.
Embarrassing demise.
I can run sub 6 minute mile and didn’t need some stupid watch.
Chas just go to a gym and put the treadmill on 10.1mph and you’re set. Try with watch on and watch off and see if it makes any difference!
The Inertia has been shattered–from what I can see, those wimps at that Website can barely surf and have no business writing anything surf related
Absolutely!
Who gives a shit, Jonah Hill has been spotted on the North Shore. He’s begun his metamorphosis, and will soon emerge as a corelord.
Jewnah and Job.
It’s a perfect match. Softtop lessons from da master.
Jewnah fleeced.
Oh Chas don’t become one of those cashed up wankers that does Everest.
But do send me a Whoop for an unbiased review.
It’s “Gogganese” you fucken idiot. Imagine the stats I could rack up if someone gave me a day off work, a WHOOP band and a decent internet connection. I would have whittled my cock down to a toothpick by mid-morning. It’s wasted on you.
God, it’s nice to see you.
welcome back, wiggs!
You don’t sound too good
Yea, I think he’s got a bon bon stuck.
Wishing this was an article about smashing the actual Inertia
Beach Grit has become the inertia!
So when I walk briskly to grab a bagel at Noah’s in Man beach Thursday morning would Whoop sponsor me and monitor my heart rate if I commit to a quad espresso before the walk?
Yay it’s over. Just in time to write about the tour.