It’s coming. Just a few short weeks away. It’s coming.
And if you’re anything like me, you not only plan your New Year’s Resolutions weeks in advance, but you constantly recommit to goals throughout the year. The holidays are alright but New Years is when the type A planners like myself who love goals and productivity really feel like giddy little kids.
As excited as I am, I’m already anxious. I’m anxious at the number of people who will be at the gym again. I’m anxious about how many people will be setting themselves up for unachievable goals without action plans associated with them and how I will have to see them slowly get frustrated as the months wear on. I’m anxious I’m going to overshoot my own goals and be thrown off when life has obvious other plans for me.
But I know that the anxiety means I need to be realistic about what I want to accomplish and how to achieve it. And it means I need to make sure I keep up my meditation so I can keep my wandering mind in check. So if you haven’t yet thought about New Years, start thinking about it. Because it’s never too early to plan and it’s never to late to start!
I just made that up. Just now. I kinda like it. I’ll probably hate it by the time I actually publish this post because I ‘ll realize how silly it sounds, but whatever. I like it for now so I’m keepin’ it.
I love goals as much as the next person.
No. That’s not true. I love goals a lot more than the next person. I love goals a lot more than the average person. I’m a big, big fan of setting and pursuing goals.
But I have to admit, I’m anxious for the New Year.
Only because I’m also protective of my personal space. And I just know it’s going to be overtaken by people who made resolutions to work out when I do.
And good for them. But UGH… it’s gonna be busy. Hopefully they’ll all have given up by February.
Not because I don’t want people to be healthy. I want you to be healthy! Just, you know, not if you’re inconveniencing me. That’s all.
Is that selfish? Ah, screw it. I’m selfish.
And I’m selfishly enjoy the last few quiet weeks in the morning at the gym with all the regulars. We’re all embracing for the influx.
This week marked the 30th week in a row I’ve been to a gym at least once that week.
I’ve been checking in on Foursquare and several weeks ago, it started making a count of the number of times I’d been there. So I started getting obsessed with making sure I check into a gym every time I’m at one. Just so it knows. So I can keep the streak going. So I somehow feel better about myself- though I have no idea why that makes me feel better about myself (but it totally does).
This week, when I checked in and got my “Congrats! You set a new record! 30 check-in’s at a gym!” there was a little bar that filled up. I don’t know what it means, but it made me feel more accomplished.
Truth be told, that’s pretty much the only place I remember to check in on Foursquare. Except every once in a while, I remember to check into one of the comedy places I frequent (Groundlings, UCB, Second City, etc). But mostly, it’s the gym.
I can’t wait to see the pointless icon it shows me when I’ve checked in 52 weeks in a row (a whole year!) because I have a feeling that icon will make my day. And I’ll have no idea why.