Looking down is a scarily satisfying thing. Some of you may call it “looking back” and Oasis told us to not do it in anger, but I call it looking down because I believe that we constantly move onward and upward. And looking down scares the shit out of me.
It’s mainly because I get to see the distance I’ve covered and then start charting the outcomes if I had chosen differently. And it’s the what ifs and self-doubt that comes from identifying mistakes that scares me.
Two-and-a-half months ago I stared at a sheer cliff-face. The climb up was treacherous, but the view from the top was worth it. When I was done feasting upon the crisp air and breathtaking vistas of loose-fitting pants and T-shirts that actually cover my shrinking belly, I took some time to reflect on my journey thus far…
You see, many a porky hand has scaled the face of the fitness plateau. Some belong to strangers, and some to folks you know. Sunday roasts and triple-X coats get buried in the sand. The beautified trainers then shake the many hands.
But there’s nothing on top but a lunge and a squat, and you may get a few more birds. Sweat a lot up there, but don’t be scared, when you got abs you won’t need words.
My protracted point is that a) I think Kurt Cobain did The Meat Puppets justice when he covered “The Plateau” for MTV Unplugged, and b) I’ve reached a plateau and am desperately trying to find a way to push through and lose those last few kilos in the two weeks before the challenge ends. The problem is that the final push involves upping the intensity and raising the risk of ballooning afterwards.
But I could’ve been further along if I had gone all in and not been mindful of what I was gonna do after the challenge. I’m building a house and don’t have the spare cash around right now to pay for my training, and I don’t have the time for it either. I’m also keen on eating bread again.
So a part of me is trying to push harder, but the more sensible part that knows there’s gonna be a drop-off afterwards is kinda just coasting through, trying to make a lifestyle stick rather than spiking and regretting it later.
Many a hands began to scan around for the next plateau. Some say it was Crossfit, and some say Commando.
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood. But those were all just guesses, wouldn’t help you if they could.
I think the next plateau for me is maintaining what I have right now and pushing further when circumstances allow. I’ve come a long way over this challenge and definitely feel happier with myself. Now for the last push, onwards and upwards.
Meanwhile, here’s The Meat Puppets doing a live version of The Plateau – the song that inspired me this morning.