Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going. — S. Levenson
I got up at 5am this morning.
I haven’t got up at 5am for about 5 years, or since my last experiment with trying to get up stupidly early1. I’m stubbornly a Night Owl. This was a weird experience for me.
Honestly, getting up at 5 was easy. Alarm goes off, I jump out of bed and make a cup of tea. Feed the cats. Sit around for a bit.
Then leave the house for the thing that wasn’t easy. CrossFit.
It was my first time I’d ever really done CrossFit, but I got curious about it last week when somebody told me they’d started doing it. The good ‘ol mimetic desire hooked me and got me to give it a bash.
The class was an hour long. At the end of the hour and at several times during the hour I was questioning my existence and my poor life choices that had lead up to this very moment of me sweating and panting.
But, as my way so often is, I adopt a stubborn mindset. A pseudo-masochistic one in the face of difficulty. So as I struggled to breathe in enough air to continue functioning as a human I kept saying:
“Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.”
Obviously I said this in my head and not out loud.
Heaven forbid I should be considered a weird person who wakes up at 5am to throw around heavy weights.
Yeah, fancy that.
Please don’t follow me on Instagram. I don’t use it, I don’t know why I don’t delete it, and I don’t understand it. It’s funny to look back at some of the stuff I used to post though.