When you're doing something hard, the effort curve looks something like a bell curve. At first, as you're dabbling in it, you don't put in much effort. Then it progressively gets harder and harder until you finally reach that peak. That's when you "make it" and things start to get a little easier. But we don't always make it to that peak. Sometimes, often, we give up.
Polyphasic sleep was brutally difficult. I tried three times to get on the schedule. The first two times I gave up on day five because it was just too hard and there was no end in sight. Then Steve Pavlina got on the schedule. He announced that on day six it gets easy. I tried again, and sure enough on day six it got easy. It's not that it took no effort after day six, but when the effort required is less and less each day, it's really easy to persevere When it's harder every day, well, that's a different story.
Pickup was like tights, too. At first it was murderously difficult to get a girl to even talk to me. It was painful and showed no signs of getting easier. I stuck through it somehow, and I still remember the day I realized it had gotten easier. I was talking to a friend and told him that pretty much every girl I talked to those days would be attracted to me in some capacity. It struck me that I could have never said that before, and that I had in fact reached that peak of effort and passed it.
It's like climbing a really densely fogged mountain. You have a rough idea of how far you've come, you can see how difficult the patch you're working on is, but you can only have the vaguest idea of where the top is. Maybe it's a day away, maybe it's a year away.
I've abandoned a lot of projects on that mountain. I worked pretty hard on Conversion Doubler for almost a year, but gave up and sold it for a pittance. I always wonder what would have happened if I spent another year just killing myself to try to make it successful. It was a good product, but I hated and was bad at marketing. When those salesy tasks came up, I decided that the mountain was just too steep, and I gave up.
Life Nomadic was the same way. The blog was pretty popular and I was writing stuff for Gadling, but when Todd left the trip I decided that it was too much to do alone and gave up. I still travel, but I don't really write about it. Maybe with another year of concentrated effort, Life Nomadic could have been a super popular blog like Nomadic Matt. I'm not saying it would be--- just that it's possible, and I'll never know.
I try to learn from my past, so all of this strengthens my resolve. With SETT, my rule is to keep climbing. Don't think about it, just climb. It's about SETT, but it's also about myself. If I can't carry this project up the mountain, how much faith can I have in myself to carry the next one up?
I scheduled this post before I left, but as you read it I should be hiking through the mountains on my way to Machu Picchu. My planning for this trip was exceptionally poor, so I expect to get some funny stories from it.
Next week's post schedule might be a little irregular. I only scheduled this one post because I didn't leave myself time to edit another one.
Photo is from Noboribetsu, Japan. I'm running out of good title pictures (you may have noticed...), so I'll be taking a bunch in Peru and other upcoming trips.
Yesterday was Christmas. I spent it in New Jersey with my parents, sister, aunt, uncle, and three of my cousins. We played board games (Scattergories!), ate Christmas dinner together, and I "helped" my cousins play with their new toys they got for Christmas.
And then, in between those events, I did two hours of Japanese practice and also spent time writing content for Life Nomadic.
I have a lot of good habits as well as a lot of bad habits, but one of my best is that I treat every day equally.
I can't believe it just happened. I've finally done it. 2 Miles. Under 10 Minutes.
For the past few months, I've been waiting for the moment where I can make this my Facebook status. I've been working every day at this goal: sub 10. No one (before this post, at least) has known of this goal.
Last spring, I broke the 5-minute mile barrier. With the current training I've been doing, I've been looking at breaking the 10-minute two mile barrier this March.
Academically, I'm not the smartest person. I've always faced rejection from every single school I have ever applied to. I contacted a couple coaches at DIII universities that are academically world class. They said I would have a shot at making their cross country and track team if I could get my 3200m (2 mile) time around the ten minute boundary (plus or minus a few seconds).
My junior year track record was 10:41, eons away from 10 the flat. But, running was perhaps my only chance to finally achieve that dream of getting into a great college. I would have never thought a few years ago that I would use athletics to help gain me admission into a university. It became a possibility this year.