Part 2

My attempt at joining the 5AM Club is becoming a bit more structured.

I was listening to a mentor last night and he talked about this fascinating study researchers conducted on office workers. They went to a high-rise and offered everyone on a floor everything you could possibly imagine to become fit -> access to a gym (located inside a building), a personal trainer, workout clothes and even went so far as to negotiate with the bosses / supervisors to provide a paid hour during their workday to go to said gym.

Then, the researchers went one floor higher, and simply asked everyone on that floor to – once a day – go up a flight of stairs and back down (and increase that by one step every day).

Who won?

Fast forward a year. The ones that were one floor higher, with a fraction of the tools, had lost an average of 5 pounds and over 90% had complied with the request (with no ‘reward’, aside from physical fitness). The uptake on the resources on the floor below was dismally low -> less than 5% did it and even then it didn’t last.  

Why?

Keep it simple! Once upon a time, I wanted to be a cop and I did a couple ride-alongs. The police department paid cops to take a one hour gym session during their shift, but it was optional. The cop I did a ride-along with explained how it was a “pain in the ***” to drive back to the station, get changed, workout, shower, get changed and go back out again.

But how hard is it to get up from your desk, walk over to the stairwell, go up, go down and back to your desk.

What’s better -> a 45 minute walk everyday, or a 30 minute run once or twice a week.

When I started this 5AM Club (i.e., “5AC”), it was all I could do just to get up out of bed at 5AM. I would often read a devotion, and then go back to sleep. Maybe make it through a cup of coffee, and then back to bed. If I did manage to stay up, I would almost certainly have a nap later in the day.

Fast forward now to just a month later, and I’m slowly starting to get some consistency. Mind you, this AM I hit the snooze 3 times, getting out of bed at 515AM. Spent 5 minutes making a coffee, and then “reading” for 20 minutes. Now, journaling for another 13 (so far). And once this is done, I plan to shovel the sidewalk and driveway.

Just need to get the order -> exercise, journal and read.

All in due time. Sometimes it just starts by getting the reps in, and subtle, gradual growth. I was actually planning to journal about investing but I’ll save that for tomorrow. But as a preview, think of compound interest (or, inversely, paying off a mortgage). It’s that slow climb at the start and then an exponential finish.  

And we’re just getting started!

Photo courtesy of Premium Photo. I picked this because there’s a movie where a character (I believe Ryan Reynolds?) plays a game of chess one move at a time. The board is located in a stairwell, and the character plays it as he walks by at the start and end of his day. Anyways, the study of office workers in a stairwell reminded me of that scene and when I Googled it this showed up.

Blogs > Fountain Pens

Why is when I try to save a Word Document it defaults to the “One Drive”?

I’m nervous it’ll disappear into the cloud, just to be rained out in the form of tears as I re-type all of this.

Maybe the auto-save works? Doesn’t matter, I hit ctrl-s after ever line.

Oh, our new Breville Café Roma Heat light just extinguished. Brb.

Onto cup two of coffee. I’m trying to join the 5AM club. I’ve been trying to join for the past month, since I started attending the “Small Disciplines, Big Results” Small Group with my local church. Affectionately knows as “Habits” for some of us. Why do we always try to make things shorter? Even babe we turn into bae (see more about that in the caption on the “about” page).

Kettle finished boiling, now I have an Americano.

The leaders and some of the members of this “life group” are members of the 5AM club. It appears this gets shortened to “5AC”, according to this other WordPress blog. That actually saves 5 letters, six characters if you include the space. Anyways, you can read more about it there, but basically you wake up early and carve out time to MOVE, REFLECT and GROW. It’s from Robin Sharma’s “Own Your Morning – Elevate your Life”. That middle one is what I’m doing here, journaling.

And Pens are so 1827. At least, fountain pens are (just Googled that fact). Which I do own two of, for the record. Thanks Mat for the Christmas gift. I just need to add a refill to this years’ list.

So instead of cramping up my hand up in the lost art of writing, I choose to hammer away at my keyboard. That’s right, I have one of those.

I don’t put a ton of weight into stereotypes. I do believe it can be a way our minds categorize things for efficient information recalling (I probably gleaned that from some surface-level news story covering a detailed academic article). I also believe they can be dangerous, like anything taken to the extreme.

Here I just want to poke a little fun, and it was a catchy title. I bounced the name “Boomer in a Millenial’s Body” off my sister and her response was “that’s hilarious”. So with that in-depth marketing research complete (conducted on November 26th, 2020), I kicked this thing off just over two months later.

But I got the title backwards. Such a boomer move.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll write a book. I’ll name the print copy “Millennial in a Boomer’s Body”, and the audiobook “Boomer in a Millennial’s Body”. Appeal to the demographics.

Until then, this is a blog called Millennial in a Boomer’s Body.

Coffee #1