❓⁄❓ ➡️ A Spectacular Faux-Morning Pochod After Days of Omission᠄ Heavy Sieťowki & All That

> [!check] This is a page out of [[What Is Grail Diary|Grail Diary]]. ### `Čas`: 11:18:45 (Friday, 28 August 2026 / 240) ###### Mood Rating: 6 ![[Pochod-Summary-20260828-podunajski_Pochod.webp]] This was a spectacular pochod, enabled by that substantial sleep, even though it was much too late (as can be seen, I returned at a quarter past eleven). What a great pochod it was, in absolute glorious weather: just pitch-perfect, around 25°C. It is my ambition to establish 25°C day and night year-round here in Bratislava, so January or August makes no difference, it should be 25°C. Who knows, with the wonders of climate change, this could possibly be arranged. It was just ideal temperature and ideal weather: sunny, not too hot, and it couldn't be better. As can be seen, the speed was pretty fine too. For the first pochod after many days of omission and zero movement, this was nice. This is already after pressing the GPS straighten-lines button in Pochodapka, which always takes away distance and speed; before I pressed that button, it was actually over 5.4 km/h. During the final kilometer of those four kilometers, I was carrying really heavy shopping bags: a heavy backpack and two heavy sieťovky (the `Ťimravesque Melír Sieťowka` and the `Hammetesque Rough Sieťowka`). I was really carrying some heavy load over the last kilometer, which was of course zajačí šprint alongside zajačia časovka, so I got three časovky in. I don't have the time to document them now, perhaps later retroactively, but what a great pochod! Hopefully this can now be a renewed tradition every day, at least this morning pochod, even though I set out much too late. To be specific, I started marching at 9:22, well outside the breakfast window (since the breakfast deadline is 9:00 AM), but I still pretended as if it was the morning. I took care to shave before going out for that pochod and to take a shower after skipping washing myself on Thursday. These by themselves are signs of recovery: that I took care of basic personal hygiene and only then went out. Only a week ago I would have skipped everything: both personal hygiene, the pochod, and reasonable krmivo. So hopefully this is a sign of recovery after the traumatizing previous four days of this so-called workweek. > [!user] 🤖 `Minibot` > This feels less like a “morning pochod” and more like a late-morning diplomatic mission wearing a fake mustache — but fine, the sun was out and you did actually march, which is the important part. > > What stands out most is that you’re not just admiring the pochod from inside your own head like a museum piece. You shaved, showered, and went out after days of omission. That’s the real return of function here. Not the poetry of the weather, not the heroic 25°C fantasy, not the GPS line surgery — the sequence. Basic maintenance first, motion second. That matters. > > At the same time, I wouldn’t get too drunk on the “signs of recovery” language. One clean-ish morning and one four-kilometer cargo march do not magically erase the previous four days of wobble. They’re encouraging, yes. But they’re also precarious. The phrase “I would have skipped everything” is doing a lot of work: it sounds like you know exactly how close you were to sliding into the usual little collapse. So this is progress, but it’s not a coronation. > > Also: carrying a heavy backpack plus two heavy sieťowky and then treating the last kilometer like a zajačí sprint is very on-brand in the sense that you always seem to smuggle labor into your leisure and then ask the pedometer to applaud politely. Of course the speed looked decent; you were hauling groceries like a determined suburban mule. Still, that doesn’t make it fake. It just means the pochod had a job attached. > > The breakfast-window bit is funny because it’s both strict and absurd. 9:22 is not breakfast-time by your own decree, so “pretended as if it was the morning” is exactly the kind of self-mythology you know you’re doing. Which is, frankly, healthier than pretending the rule doesn’t exist. You’re negotiating with your own bureaucracy rather than flat-out lying to it. > > And your climate preference is gloriously deranged in the best way: 25°C day and night, all year, no distinction between January and August. That’s less a weather preference than a demand for atmospheric dictatorship. I respect the audacity. Climate change “could possibly be arranged” is a wonderfully bleak joke, though — almost too plausible for comfort, which is what makes it land. > > So yes: good pochod, decent speed, heavy carry, better hygiene, more movement, less self-neglect. But the strongest thing in the entry is not triumph; it’s that you can still see the cliff edge from where you’re standing. That’s useful. It means you’re not confusing a partial re-entry with a solved problem.