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.
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