At 4:55am the crickets start chirping. Ugh, time to get up, it isn't really crickets, it is my alarm clock. It goes off at 4:55 am every Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays reminding me to get up to swim. Most Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I start a mental tug of war to justify sleeping in.
Some morning, the justifications to sleep in win. Later in the day, when the regret sinks in, I think about Steven Pressfield's book The War of Art. He has a name of for the little devil on my shoulder that entices me back to sleep, he calls it Resistance.
Of the three days a week that I plan to swim, Resistance,in the past, has won out at least once out of any given week. I fight hard sometimes and end up going late to the pool. Those days I feel better about myself, but don't feel like I won the full battle. Victory is most sweet when I get there on time and in the water by 5:30 am.
On Wednesday, Resistance told me that it was too windy to swim, the lanes would be crowded. Was that true or not, who knows. It was windy on Wednesday, but I don't think that would affect my swim. Would the lanes but crowded? Maybe or maybe not since Resistance was probably whispering in other swimmers ears. I ended up getting an extra hour of sleep on Wednesday but somehow it didn't seem worth it. I felt defeated, Resistance won. It seemed like the defeat was that much more tragic because I had such a big wins with all my workouts earlier in the week.
The most ridiculous part of the whole fight with Resistance is when I am at the pool and swimming, I am actually enjoying it. I feel good about myself the rest of the day. It is a reminder that Resistance is just an evil little liar that plays on my fears and gets in the way of achieving my goals. It is not a big secret that consistency is the spice required to obtain my goals in life. I believe Resistance is what breaks me down in little ways that lead to defeat.
I won't let Resistance win, I am going to take Pressfield's advice and not give in to Resistance. I will instead, to my work, become a better me. With each victory I will slay resistance, and stand over the defeated imp and repeat Pressfield's words, "rest in peace, mother****".