It is officially the end of Rock month. I’m not too fussed about the numbers and measurements… the most important thing is that my wife notices.
As I’ve said in a previous blog, I will continue on this programme for the remainder of winter and into spring – it’s helped enormously in terms of coping with a heavy work schedule.
However, the daily blog habit – while good as a discipline – will change into weekly online content production. In other words, quality over quantity.
I’d like to reflect on a few things this month, which I feel at liberty to share here in this blog post.
It’s not easy, but it’s possible
Before committing to this whole Rock month thing, I wanted to get my head in the game. The key thing for me personally was the discipline. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. No-one else. The reality is, we can live in a constant state of wondering what others think about us. For me, I had to come to grips with what I thought about myself. And that was the pivotal moment for me. It’s the one thing I could control: my own choices, my own decisions (what to eat, when, how much weight to lift, how far to run, etc).
It needs to mean something
John Ellis and I were talking over dinner this month about music actually meaning something. So branding and popularity aside, when there’s real hype for reasons beyond just those things – where a message or a person or a band carries weight not only because of their musicality, but because they’re saying something good and profound and novel as an whole entity. Think Nirvana. Think The Beatles. Think U2. Big ideas and big ideals.
For me, Rock month was about proving to myself certain things. That meant a lot, and became a real motivating factor whenever the alarm went off at 3.30am.
You become your habits
The Rock talks about his early morning workouts and pushing through the pain threshold as a metaphor and foundation for life. I agree with this. Getting training done early in the morning – especially this kind of uncomfortable, hard training – means that the rest of the day is a walk in the park by comparison.
A transition from boyhood to manhood
This could possibly be the discussion for another blog post, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my generation of guys recently. I’ve been thinking through the men and the boys. I’ve been thinking about the reasons that some of this generation simply haven’t transitioned from boyhood to manhood. I am convinced that the issue of self-discipline has to be one of the major contributing factors. That and, well, when you’re getting up this early for a whole month and training in these temperatures, it simply has to put hair on your chest!