In my first week back at work after my Covid-19 home office I gave the participants of my course for job seekers an anti-pep talk to lure them into (not) taking part in my 100 push-ups challenge, which I had started during my time at home. Obviously, I was trying to unlock some paradox intervention power. I thought that maybe the motivational tide was about to turn.
My challenge hadn’t gone viral during Covid-19 home training, to say the least. In fact, not a single person had joined me in my challenge. Even though, It would have been quite flexible. For the purpose of accompanying me any other fitness challenge would have done the job, i.e doing a number of squats every day or trying two Pamela Reif workouts per week – it wasn’t or isn’t just about push-ups.
Having real people in front of me and not just on the screen of my laptop could make all the difference, wouldn’t you agree? At least, two guys of my current course assured me on Tuesday, just before my tumble, which will be elaborated on later, that they’d give it a try. Is it likely that they are in? What do you think?
One of the two guys has just responded to my message. He is not in but he seems to be interested in my progress. That’s very kind and indicates good manners. This time, I haven’t been ghosted by every single participant. Yippee!
As I see it, being ghosted is something typical of our current culture and society. Hence, it’s literally a zeitgeist phenomenon. According to Paul Watzlawick, there’s no way not to communicate. So, when you’re being ghosted it’s certainly a message too and there’s a lesson to be learned. It’s quite likely that the person ghosting you is trying to convey the following message: “You’re a jerk, a complete kneebiter.”
😊 I’m sorry. My mind was wandering to Douglas Adams’ LIFE; THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING. The alien described in the third book of the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy has dedicated its life to insulting every single living creature in the universe with tailor-made insults. Personally, I prefer being insulted to being ghosted.
The true challenge behind my 100 push-ups per day assignment is not to give a flying flamingo about whether or not people are ghosting me. My state of mind ought not depend on the amount of clicks, thumbs up, or messages received in whatever form, for such an emotional dependence lacks dignity.
My 32 days push-up challenge was meant to be conducive to promoting the goal buddy idea, which I had left on my back burner for more than eight years. The idea is still alive and worthy of giving it more time and effort.
As for my solo sports challenge, it has turned out to be an excruciatingly tough one. According to my judgement and my self-established yardstick I’ve managed to hold on to my resolution with flying colours; even though I had to adapt the challenge a bit.
On Wednesday, the 27th of May, on my way back home from work, I was rushing to catch the train which was about to leave the station. Completely focussed and fully aware that I could still make it, I did a jump across the rails. However, my left calf failed me and I was smacked to the ground. Baffled and in pain, because of the muscle fibre I had torn, I could still catch the train. Lucky me or rather WHAT A BUMMER!
The push-up challenge was out of my mind for a couple of hours due to my arduous and
quite painful endeavour to get back home. I could barely walk, let alone straddle my
motorbike, which I had parked at the central station in Linz.
For sure, this was bound to end of my challenge. There was no way I could do any more push-ups because it was impossible to put any strain on my foot. The situation made me falter und susceptible to wishful thinking: On Thursday evening I thought: “No problem. The two guys from my course can take over now. Why not have a push-up relay?”
On Friday, it dawned on me that the two guys might not walk their talk. As I didn’t want the challenge to fail, my mind came up with another solution: I used a fascia roll to put my feet on. With this tool I could more than catch up and do 400 push-ups. (Accidentally, I did 100 push-ups too many.) Don’t be too impressed as it was in fact not particularly strenuous because I just did 40 sets of 10 reps: easy-peasy 😊.
Finally, I’d like to provide you with my 100 push-up per day pep talk:
If you’d like to take on the challenge, bear in mind that it’s excruciatingly boring and futile in terms of physical progress (unless you adapt the challenge a little like I did) and yet you might find some meaning in it eventually. Keep in mind: The greater the struggle. The more glorious the triumph.
Kia Kaha and hang on in there!