Gym rat

Or resolution maker?

There's a thing where gym rats hate early January and the influx of new year's resolution fitness joiners who clog up the weight room with their good intentions and poor etiquette. Dumbbells put away incorrectly, if at all. Lines for the showers, someone steals your favorite locker.

I've been close enough with some cranky gym rats to see how they look down on the noobs and find their gumption cute but not serious. They tolerate the new crowd because they know by February and certainly March, it will be gone. Resolutions dashed. Reality and will power crossing back on each other.

I'm worried I'm the writing equivalent of that new crowd.

I had a good writing week despite a handful of distractions that could have led to a bad writing week. Not really changing, but reframing my daily writing goals, made them easy to accomplish. The demands on my attention were no match for my shiny newbie energy, over here naively sweating all over the elliptical machine, positive that this is the new me.

Not me. (Photo by Alora Griffiths on Unsplash)

But will it be in February? Or March? And why in my ninety-eighth week in a row of writing to you here am I imagining I am the newbie in the scenario and not the cranky gym rat? I don’t know either. But it was nice this week to feel like progress was just a matter of will power. I hope I can hang on to that for a while. And that if you’re feeling similarly hopeful about something in the new year, that you can, too. Until long after that new gal finally gets her crap out of our locker and never returns.

Week 98: Pumping iron

Some everyday: No

Words: ~750

See you next week.