𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥? 𝔬𝔯 ℌ𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔄𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔉𝔦𝔱 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔗𝔬 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔒𝔫 𝔗𝔬 𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔥
Just over a month ago I had no idea what CrossFit was, but the coffee shop I frequent here in Playa del Carmen is next door to a gym, and there’s only so long you can sit there sipping fine beverages watching people grunt and sweat themselves into a state of euphoria before you have to join in.
I thought I’d get a personal trainer and learn how to do deadlifts or something. So I wandered in, and spoke to a gentleman with a not dissimilar mode of follical arrangement to my own - bleached on top, dark beard plus classic strong-man twirled mustachios - and he didn’t speak much English, and I spoke less Spanish, but regardless, we discovered we were both DJs, and we arranged for me to attend a CrossFit class the next day, and I’ve been going 5 days a week without fail ever since.
Like I said, I had no idea what CrossFit WAS. Turns out not actually exercise at all, but instead a live simulation of an hour long extreme fight or flight episode. And so on my first day I managed to get through maybe two thirds of it before having to run outside and stop myself from vomiting all over the place. “Well,” I thought “now I know what CrossFit is”. And I came back the next day, and paced myself a little better, and managed to make it all the way to the end without having to run outside and decorate the calle with my insides.
I’ve mentioned before that one thing that amazes is me is that, after weeks and weeks of bafflingly elaborate fight or flight simulations, our instructor Jago never seemed to repeat himself once. Each day was a new surprise, and I have remained in a state of constant shock, awe, delight and mild terror to this very day. Indeed, this very day, halfway through week 5, was the first day I think something was repeated.
Jago is away right now. So another of the gym’s instructors, friendly bearded muscle-man Alan, is having his jolly way with us, which is a little different, and often comes to a crescendo with us engaging in something quite physically extreme whilst Eric Prydz’ OPUS blasts through the gym. This is a song I am used to hearing at midnight, maybe on New Year’s Eve, perhaps in one of my own DJ sets, and whist I was used to being sweaty when I heard it previously, these days I am practically liquid, and I now thoroughly associate it with transcending my mentally-imposed physical limitations.
Today was no exception in that regard - we started with 75 sit ups, worked up to 5 sets of weight-increasing 5 rep deadlifts (which I had never done before and fucking LOVED)… and then came something I’D SEEN BEFORE. Right back at the beginning, Jago had had us do these medicine ball-lobbing squat exercises - squat, launch the ball the wall as high and hard as one can, catch the ball as one depends into another squat, repeat. 10 of those, then 10 burpees, then 20 of those, 10 burpees, 30 of those etc all the way to 50. Last time I did that, I got up to 20, then had to go outside and hang on to my lunch for dear life.
Today, I fucking smashed right through it. Grinning like a mad person the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t EASY - there was plenty of arguing with the Inner Bitch, plenty of pushing through that Governor, that 40%, to the Other Side, where all the extra energy is stashed... But I didn’t have to go outside and be sick.
I SMASHED RIGHT THROUGH IT.
And afterwards, I realized why I’d been grinning so hard.
After doing this 5 days a week for a month, showing up, not knowing what I was supposed to do, or how to do it even when I was told... but always paying attention, and doing my best...
...after showing up 5 days a week for over month, a thing that I simply COULD NOT DO…
I now could do.
That’s all it takes.
In one month, I went from nearly throwing up after 40 minutes, to smashing through the thing that had seemed utterly impossible to me.
What’s possible in another month?
What’s possible in a year?
I am awash with joy and gratitude to have the opportunity to find out.
Timelapse of me drawing my new avatar
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With lyrics adapted from Berton Braley's poem of 100 years hence!
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An odd thing about knowing things is that once you know something, you immediately forget you did not always know it, and then strangely, default to assuming everybody else knows it too.
This is my experience, at any rate.
Somehow I often manage to completely forget the decades I spent flailing around not knowing things that I now take for granted… like the fact that picking up heavy things and putting them down again makes you feel amazing, skyrockets your confidence, increases your mental abilities, and connects you to the transcendent and divine in a manner that serious 1990s ecstasy devotees could but dream of. I only worked that out relatively recently, due to some errors in my upbringing and the devious and evil propaganda I suffered, that convinced the young me that artistically inclined types like myself didn’t engage with physicality, and the sorts of people that did were dumb meatheads (inversion as usual, the people I meet in gyms are typically the most wise and cerebral one could hope to encounter). No, what I ...
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Often, people write to me saying something like, “I love you and Jocko’s song GOOD (https://fanlink.to/jockogood)… but how can I reconcile that with death?”
The song goes some way to answering that. EVEN IN DEATH (https://go.meaningwave.com/EVENINDEATH) is a highlight from an album that is all highlights, GET SOME (https://go.meaningwave.com/GETSOME), and was one of the songs I spent the longest on. It started as a simple string coda, carrying Jocko’s words like a calm ocean, building into a storm of tsunami intensity as drums and guitar were added, and finally the glory of the full string section.
The video features footage from Ninja Scroll, which I have loved since I first saw it as a child, and remains one of the most powerful films I have born witness to.
Rapper, broadcaster, political slash cultural commentator, and designer of excellent hats An0maly, who used to come and dance like a very tall Travolta at my epic Saturday night sessions at No Vacancy in Hollywood invited me onto his show to talk about being locked out of the USA like Novak Djokovic (https://twitter.com/LegendaryEnergy/status/1633563997537705984). We spoke about how my family and I got locked out of the USA, what LA was like during lockdown, our new life in Mexico, and much more.
Lots of you have been asking how you can support Meaningwave and help us get our stuff back and all that, which is very nice and floods my heart fit to bursting. You can always cop merch, join the Patreon, and send one of donations, and there’s a page with all that info here.
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