First World Problems & Getting After It In 2017
After a few days in New York / New Jersey I can truly attest that winter is well and truly here.
Walking around NYC in just a T-shirt and a fairly thing coat was definitely one of the worst decisions I could’ve made. Stepping out of Penn Station I should have been amazed by the sights in front of me. Yet all I could think about was making a beeline for the nearest store where I could buy a decent jacket and gloves.
Now, I’m sure for the average New Yorker that wasn’t a particularly cold day, but for me, it felt like deepest, darkest Siberia.
I felt like Luke in the Wampa ice cave. Hands turning to ice blocks and low level numbness spreading throughout my body. I would’ve given anything to curl up inside the warm belly of a Tauntaun even if they do smell bad on the inside.
Now that I’m back in the UK things are a little bit warmer, but those cold, dark mornings have set in and are now the norm.
If you’re like me and train first thing in the morning, your daily routine starts 10 minutes earlier than normal to get the car warmed up, defrosted and ready to roll. Sitting in the car waiting for the screen to clear you pray for your bones to stop shaking in their frame.
This is the true definition of dedication. Finding the motivation to lifts weights in the gym when you’d much prefer to be curled up under your thick duvet with an extra hour on the alarm clock before you have to muster the effort to drag yourself out of bed and go to work.
It’d just be easier to train in the evening, surely?