I seem to enjoy the feeling
of my body being kind of beat up
after a hard workout/run/climbing session.
It’s as if the soreness is some style of proving
that I tried hard -- really put my lifeforce into the thing
that I was doing.
Somehow that feels purifying, as if my soul is a wild beast and by
putting the body through its paces, I simultaneously domesticate it
just a bit more, enabling it to approach an actualized version of itself.
It is truly a salvation through works system of belief (truly).
In it, climbing is play, but also absolution and edification.
In it, salvation is wrought from tense muscles, sweaty skin, breathlessness.
class Salvation:
mscl_tn: int
skin_sweat_covering_ratio: float
breathless: bool
bndry = 1
def __init__(self, tension, sweat, breathless_state) -> None:
self.mscl_tn = tension
self.skin_sweat_covering_ratio = sweat
self.breathless = breathless_state
def salvation_wrought(self) -> bool:
if self.breathless and self.mscl_tn * self.skin_sweat_covering_ratio > self.bndry:
self.bndry += 1
return True
else:
return False