#172 THE 2-YEAR-ITCH

The 2-year spot is tough one.

You are no longer a beginner, but still have a bit to go.

You have heard all the lessons a million times.

“Yeah yeah, get under the bar quicker. I get it. Fuck off”

It can sometimes feel the lessons are no longer aimed at you, but at the newbies who need everything explained in detail.

Staying motivated can be difficult.

What is happening is that you’re entering a period of transition.

You are becoming a new thing.

You are no longer someone who needs their hand held. You are becoming an independent athlete with ownership of your fitness.

Over to you.

This requires some adjustments.

You now need to look at your coach as someone who is in the process with you, rather than someone you blindly follow wherever it is they are taking you.

The time has come for you to step back and look at yourself as an athlete and figure out what you need.

It’s not an easy thing, but it’s a brilliant thing. You have matured and now control your own destiny.

And please don’t misconstrue this as “you are now on your own”. Its almost the opposite. You now can start a real coach-athlete-relationship which is far more advantageous.

This is where the good stuff starts, so embrace it and forge ahead.

 

Here’s a few actions you can take to help manage that transition

1. Make a list. Movements you want to master, numbers you want to hit. Then, prioritise that list in terms of importance to you and focus on the top three.

2.Make a plan. Those three things won’t happen on their own. The best way to make a plan is sitting with your coach. They have the information.

3.Go to your coach prepared. “Here’s my list, here’s how I plan to approach it, here is my timeline. What do you think?”. Not “how do I become brilliant?”

4.Tailor each session. When the lesson involves pull ups, ask coach can you practice chest to bars. When the Wod looks a little light, ask coach if you should go heavier. If you are better than the crowd, don’t be afraid to own that.

5.The basics may be boring, but its where real mastery lies. Don’t forget them.

6.As you move toward bona-fide-ninja status, don’t forget the newbies. They need your help and support. You are now a leadership figure at your gym and your community needs you.

7.Take the next step. Mentally, we can often fix ourselves at a certain point and it can become difficult to see ourselves as anything different. Don’t do it to yourself. Be disciplined with your thoughts. Think bigger, think better. Time to step forward.

#172 THE 2-YEAR-ITCH

NYC – Day 3

Friday 9am
Site of the World Trade Centre is mind-bending. Almost impossible to believe the two giant towers stood where is now a hole in the ground. Beautiful Memorial.

Friday 11am
The mile-long walk over Brooklyn Bridge is spectacular. Lady Liberty appears to the south as you reach halfway, and seeing that network of steel support cables up-close is very cool. On the other side awaited the whole reason for going. Grimaldi’s Pizza was the cheapest meal we have eaten to-date and wins hands-down. Plastic cups and cutlery, paper plates, cash only and nothing but pizzas on the menu. Its all about the pizza. Ten out of ten.

Friday 1pm
Ferry trip up the East River from Brooklyn back up to Midtown, Manhattan. All the way up the river, the contrast between the two sides could not have been more stark. To the left, skyscrapers, restaurants and swanky hotels. To the right, scrapyards, power stations and blocks of flats. As I head back into Manhattan, can’t help feeling I’m missing out on a big part of this place. Loved this boat trip all the same.

Friday 6pm
Madison Square Garden is bang in the middle of Manhattan. Was not expecting that. I was also not expecting it to feel like a mix between a GAA match and Oxygen Music festival. All I hear are Irish accents from every part of the country. And they are not buzzy drunk, but that “drunk for the past three days” type of drunk. Very funny, totally bizarre, not what I imagined for my first ever trip to MSG. The venue is as cool as you would think, but the actual arena itself is far cooler. Blew my mind, well deserving of its reputation.

One other thing i noticed is that I have never followed a single sportsperson before. Its quite different than supporting a team. More personal, but also conflicted. The whole pimp and money worship thing i don’t get. His confidence and ability to lead his followers are very impressive. His skills though are why I am here. To watch an artist at work. It should make for a great night tomorrow.

NYC – Day 3

New York – Day 2

Thursday 5:30am(New York time)
Open the curtains and skyscrapers all round. Time to explore.

Thursday 6:00am
I imagine America is a good place to have a hangover. Their breakfast is an amazing mix of salt and sugar. So tasty, but jesus, how is everyone not dead?

Thursday 7:30am
Trump Tower is like Fort Knox. A line of 20 dump trucks form a heavy-duty barricade along it’s front end, cops everywhere. International media set up across the street like a firing squad. “He’s in there” one cop tells us. No shit.

Thursday 8am
A morning run through Central Park in the cold sunshine. Autumn is good to this place, leafs everywhere, amazing colours. Lots of cool dogs too. Stopped into the Loeb Boathouse for a coffee by the lake(thanks Donal) then over to the American Natural History Museum to see some dinosaurs. A perfect morning.

Thursday 3pm
Squats in the open air on the rooftop gym at the hotel. Could not be more badass. Non-stop sirens and car horns sounding off in the traffic below. Time Square lit up like, well Time Square. Looking down at the rooftops of other tall buildings, while being dwarfed by other much taller structures. A real urban jungle.

Thursday 7pm
Show on Broadway. This one was for the wife. If there is one thing that I don’t get in this world, its musicals. Why do they have to sing everything? Can they not just say it? Anyway, got a recommendation for The Book of Mormom(thanks Tony & Ali) and it was actually brilliant. The Boys from South Park wrote it, so it was appropriately vulgar and hilarious.  Another box ticked. Weigh-ins tomorrow, where the real show begins.

New York – Day 2

A New York Odyssey

 

Wed 6:28am – Skerries
Trump is winning. Christ. The strangeness continues. Were they asking the wrong people, or were the people simply lying? Either way, they got it badly wrong again. Is this the end of the perfectly polished, unflawed politician? Maybe that’s the only positive to come out of it. We all know they are full of shit anyway.

Wed 7:30am
He won. Jesus. George Dubya’s re-election felt like this. Unfathomable. A win for regression.

Wed 2:30pm
Aer Lingus Lounge, eating free cheese and crackers. Weirdly nervous about flying toward the Trump celebration. Wife busy working away, i’m in no-mans-land, but an adventure has started. Time square, Central Park, The Garden, the fights. Finally, I’m making it to NYC.

Wed 3:15pm
On to Lounge no 2. Even fancier. Cheese no longer packaged, and has more mould. You would know its not to Birmingham we are flying. In fairness, makes the whole experience a lot more relaxing. It pays to have a busy wife.

Wed Midnight – JFK International
Over 7 hours to NYC. Why did i think it was more like 5? Flight was like a mental battle, but I have made it.

Thursday 2:15am(still on Irish time)
Walked through Time Square and it didn’t disappoint. City feels huge but also compact. I have had a fascination with this place since I was 10 years old. I almost blindly moved here at one point too, but my life went another direction. To stand here now feels special. It looks as it did in my head, but somehow even more New York than I expected.

Thursday 4:30am
They are just as shocked as we are. Protesters marched down Broadway as we return to our hotel. Taxi driver was from Senegal, seemed a little embarrassed by the whole thing. “Did we really do this?” sort of thing. What looked like Trump’s motorcade passed us as we made our way through the Manhattan traffic earlier on. The already busy streets ground to a halt for several minutes as vehicle after vehicle flashed past. New Yorkers are pissed.

A New York Odyssey