Training

January 2nd, 0001:

As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by water dripping onto me from the tree leaves; as expected, it had rained last night.

As I got up, I was suddenly hit by hunger; I had almost forgotten that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, so today, my goal was to go hunting for food. Before I did, though, I had to build a weapon.

Although I was fairly confident that I could use the jaguar fangs to kill predators, that didn't mean that I was comfortable fighting in close quarters, so I decided to build a spear.

I knew that making a throwable hammer or even an ax, although time-consuming, would be a lot more useful, but I wouldn't be able to use them correctly due to my lack of strength.

Thankfully, with the number of stones in the river, it didn't take long to find a sharp stone in the mix; with that done, I moved to a tree and used the stone I already had since yesterday to break off a branch, which was a lot easier than before because this time I was going for a thin breach to use as the 'body' of the spear.

Then I just tied both together using vines, getting a passable spear; in complete honesty, it would probably break after just a couple of uses. Still, it was something.

And Just like that, I was once again going into the wilderness; of course, I wasn't planning to get too far away as losing track of where the river was would be disastrous.

I spent two hours in the jungle circling the perimeter near the river in search of food as my hunger grew; eventually, I wasn't able to run anymore as my body refused to let me, at least that's what it felt like, the only thought I had was how I would do anything for food, thankfully, my pleas were answered, just that not exactly how I expected.

I could see a nest of Suri nearby, a well-known bug in the Amazon due to its great nutritional properties. Look, don't judge me ok?, I was starving. In the end, after forcing the Suri I killed using the spear down my throat, I was finally able actually to get started on something productive. Thankfully it was only 11:32 am when I got back to the fireplace.

I knew that as of right now, there wasn't much I could do because of how weak I was, so the first course of action was to start working out again, that way I could start working towards being able to use an ax, which was really the only thing I needed to start making a house, so after drinking some water, I began to work out.

Thankfully I could use the military training I received at the military academy as a basis for my workouts. The workout I was currently doing was easier, of course, since, as I said before, I wasn't exactly fit at the moment.

The workout itself consisted of 50 push-ups, 50 pull-ups, 50 sit-ups, a 48-minute run, 50 squats, and finally a 4-hour run.

As for the time I did it in, it didn't really matter as long as there was an improvement; it's not like I had the materials necessary to advance at a rapid pace anyway; plus, I could keep track of time by using the pocket watch, as for the runs.

All I had to do was to add a marking wherever I finished on my 48-minute and 4-hour run; from there, I could just train to make it farther every day. Each time I didn't make it in time, I would just have to do it repeatedly until either the sun went down or I managed to achieve my goal.

Although it may look like I had all of the time in the world, that wouldn't matter if I was forced to live like an animal for the rest of my days; plus, if I wanted to extend my life, I needed to get other humans to stay near me and help them out, which would be impossible if I didn't already have an environment where I didn't have to worry about my own survival.

If my estimations were correct, it should only take around six weeks to become relatively fit again, so I got to training.

Today, of course, being the easiest day of them all, with me setting the goals for tomorrow right now, that didn't mean that it wasn't hard though, as I had to give my very best for every exercise, it reminded me of my first day in the military 'academy.'

February 13th, 0001:

Today marked the day that I was finally 'free' from the hellish nightmare I had created for myself, as I finally started developing muscles.

However, they were nowhere near to what they used to be before; it was good enough to chop a tree using an ax; that didn't mean I could stop exercising, though, as I still had to work out every day, it's just that I didn't have to force myself to improve anymore.

At first, although exhausting, I was able to improve every day slightly, but eventually, the soreness built up.

I couldn't improve anymore, not until my soreness was relieved, causing me to have a 5 day period of 'rest' (no improvement) in which I was able to measure the distance I had to run for both my 48-minute and my 4-hour run.

Back in the 'academy,' for the 48-minute run, we had to run a distance of 6 miles (9.6-ish km), and for the 4-hour run, we had to run a distance of 14 miles (22.5-ish km).

They also forced us to learn the imperial measurement system at the military 'academy,' which now came in handy considering that I had no way to measure distance long distances other than using my feet.

Although I had no idea what the length of my foot was, the average was 12 inches which was the actual measurement attributed to ft. meaning that I could just use my feet to measure length somewhat accurately.

In total, a mile consists of 5280 ft, meaning that I just had to walk 31680 ft to mark the distance of the 6-mile run and 73920 ft for the 14 mile one. Needless to say, I wasted two days of the 5 'rest' days on that.