I started this site as a way to gradually teach myself business skills, and then I went and got myself employed, and it all fell apart.
No, not the job, that’s going very well thank you. But I let my responsibilities here slide, and was only woken up after watching The Biggest Loser, of all things. I realized that effort follows the same pattern as Bitcoin, and you just need to keep riding those waves as they crest higher and higher, hodling rather than selling out, because each wave brings new hope and a brighter outlook. It becomes easier. Here’s a little story about that.
In 2009 we lived in San Diego, I had met the love of my life, got chubby, and I wanted to get back into shape. So we joined 24 hour fitness, and started going as much as we could manage. Looking back, we put in a fool’s effort, but at the time it was the most I’d even gone to a gym so I was proud. Anyway, as time moved on so did my interests, and the gym became a distant fairytale that would lurk in the faint distance with all the other tasks I’d ‘one day’ do.
In 2012 I moved back to America and into an apartment complex. Now, I’d always lived in shared houses in England up until that point (and a hostel), so I wasn’t used to all the fancy amenities. It was here that we discovered the joy of a local gym, and a regular routine. Back we went to working out weekly, and we even got to a point where we were doing three workouts a week. Fancy! I look back and I still cringe at the effort, albeit a little less than before.
Later that year we were introduced to climbing by a friend. I remember being on the verge of tears because, here I was in this happy place full of excitement and fun, and I was terrified about my lack of abilities. I could climb about three feet before I found an excuse to come back down. Over time I kept forcing myself back, and before we knew it I was climbing some pretty impressive stuff, and scaling the 40 ft walls with some ease. By this point we were climbing 2 or 3 times a week, AND would occasionally make it to the apartment gym for cardio. Now we’re talking!
But then, in 2014 we moved to Knoxville, and the climbing ceased. There was one dingy gym in what felt like someone’s basement, the holds were greasy, the bouldering was rated too hard for me, and no routes ever got changed. I became massively discouraged and stopped. I basically stopped working out, and I felt gross again. I turned 30 and looked in the mirror and saw blub hanging out and a lack of fitness. So I discovered Keto, and we switched to low carb and began to lose the weight. In 6 months I had lost 35 lbs, and my husband was down 45. This felt like a new chapter, and it was.
Once we had got the hang of weight loss, we started back up with exercise. First, we joined a rather fancy gym with an expensive and long membership enrollment. I would go to the classes and do Zumba and cycling, they also had a rather basic climbing wall so I’d use that. Things felt more solidified than ever before, but I still craved more order and better success, so I started Kayla Itsines’ BBG workout. For those who don’t know, it’s a 12 week program where you do 3-4 workouts a week and some cardio/recovery stuff on the side. Each workout is a set of 8 movements, split into two, and you take one of those sets of 4 and basically keep racing through it for 7 minutes, over and over until the timer goes off. Then you rest for a minute, and start on the second half. You do this twice, totaling 28 minutes of utter hellish activity, until the final buzzer goes and you thank lord baby jesus. That first leg day was the worst thing I’d ever been through at that point (until I did the 1000 rep challenge later, where I literally did have a throw up bag at the ready). I love a good commitment, so as well as committing to our diet, I decided I would make it through the whole 12 weeks without interruption. I did it! Not only did I complete the whole thing, but I did it again, and then I went on to her second program, which introduced me to weights, and from there I’ve just gotten stronger and stronger. For the last three years (bar a couple of weeks here and there for honeymoons and vacations) I’ve pretty much solidly worked out 3-6 times a week, and I’ve maintained the weightloss within a 10lb fluctuation.
The point of this whole story is to illustrate how many times people ‘fail’. You’re probably thinking I didn’t fail once during this journey, and you’d be right. But when you are in the middle of the journey, suffering the setbacks and interruptions and the loss of momentum and the backtracking, it feels like failure. Which is why I realized that progress is Bitcoin – it trends up, and it trends down, but when you look at it over the 5 years, there is no denying how something that was $10 is now worth over $2k. And I’m going to treat my business with the same respect – I know I’m going to suffer more setbacks, and more long pauses where silly employment gets in the way, but I’m going to keep coming back, switching it up, trying new things, and generally pushing just a tiny bit harder each time, until I look back and see a magical upwards trend to success.
And I know you were wondering, my max deadlift is 285 lbs. Get it!