Here it is, that time of the year again where the gym gets crowded for a few days or at most a few weeks until all the folks whose New Years Resolutions are actually “to do” lists for the first week of the new year fall back into their old habits. Coincidentally, today was Stronglifts day so I was at the gym and found it surprisingly quiet. The only people there were the regulars who work out week in week out. We all nodded at each other and then got down to it.
Clifton Beach on a 33 degree day
I've never been one for New Years Resolutions – but then I've never seen the point of any conventional celebrations, birthdays, Christmas, Easter, Valentines Day, whatever. As a non-traditionalist, I can't see why an arbitrary day on an arbitrary calendar should make any difference in having goals you work towards. If you couldn't motivate yourself in the middle of July to make a change, give something up, or do something new, there is no magic to January 1 as the day that suddenly your life is going to change.
I'm enjoying working towards my own essentially meaningless goals right now. Weight training crushes me (in a good way), bouldering down by the ocean in the outdoors under the shade of big fig trees is fun, and a good way to work both technique and strength, and eskimo rolling, well, it's good to have some thing that keeps you to be humble.