An hour in the saber room.

Beat Saber isn’t a game. Not at 128 average heart rate for sixty-two minutes straight. Not at 767 calories. That’s a boxing session with a light show. That’s swinging until the arms burn and the brain finally shuts up long enough to hear the music instead of everything else.

There’s no distance because you don’t go anywhere. You stand in one spot and the world comes at you — blocks, walls, bombs — and you cut through all of it. The body figures out what the mind won’t let go of. Slash, duck, slash, breathe. Repeat until the hour disappears and you’re standing in your own sweat wondering where the afternoon went.

Max heart rate hit 157. That’s not casual. That’s Expert+ on tracks that don’t let you rest. That’s choosing violence against cubes instead of against yourself.

Some days the treadmill isn’t the answer. Some days you need to stand still and fight what’s coming.

Sixty-two minutes. Seven hundred sixty-seven calories. No distance traveled, and all the distance that matters.