As my loyal blog readers probably know at this point, one month ago I came back from a life changing trip to Barcelona and Paris. During those two weeks I was unstoppable, seizing every second of every day. I found myself with an ungodly amount of “tourist walking stamina” and would stay on my feet all day, sometimes exhausting my 4 travel buddies in the process, and STILL had the energy and pep to go on morning runs. I was that inspired. It was that beautiful.
What I never talked about was the cost. It would be fair to say I spent at least over $2,000 dollars in total for this trip. And in a time where many Americans are one paycheck away from being homeless, that’s a lot of money.
Yes, at times it felt really weird dropping that kind of cash in the preparation for this trip, especially for me. I always prided myself in being “frugal” – somehow living and dating in New York City on meager amounts, preferring less pay to more free time, unlike my high earning 80 hour a week NYC peers. I pay as much for my room in the Upper East Side (historically one of the richest neighborhoods in the world), as some people pay for places in Harlem and the Bronx. And don’t believe the hype, while some neighborhoods are considered to be “coming up” – they are still not “there” – at least at the level of “there” where it would be easy to take “snooty” chick home there.
Just try to take a girl 1 year into her NYC move from Florida to your spacious apartment in the Bronx from a Meatpacking District club. I’ll wait.
I am by far not the only Manosphere blogger that advocates a minimalist lifestyle. Many of my favorite bloggers talk about dating frugality as a skill, or denounce the high levels of materialistic values in our society. So spending that $2,000 dollars was nerve racking.
Upon my return home, something weird, but expected happened – I was slowly pulled back into this weird void, a prison, a prison I never fully considered until my trip. It’s a prison that many people talk about, this “blue pill” lifestyle and how to escape it by taking a “red pill”. I talked about it, but now I had finally swallowed it. The trip changed my life and there was no going back. The “Red Pill” cost $2000 dollars, and it was well worth it.
But this “red pill” was not permanent. I have to fight for it every day. And around my birthday, as I indulged in the allowed birthday excesses, I found the red pill to be receding. I’ve been waking up sluggish, unmotivated, tired. I picked up a smoking habit in Europe that was becoming hard to break. I drank too much. I even had a night out where I did some harder drugs. Not proud of that one, it took me a missed work day and a full weekend to recover from that. The gym is slowly becoming a distant memory – helped by a wrist injury which I have hopefully recovered from (we’ll see about that tonight).
Things were spiraling out of control. Until I realized how I could solve this. I had the solution all along. And that solution is a drug. That solution is money. I’m not talking about coke, I’m talking about exercise – the surefire way to get the endorphins racing, causing that all too familiar chemical reaction of happiness. But not just any drug, I need Crossfit, the most expensive drug of all. And like all drug addictions – this one started with a sample.
Earlier this year I bought a month long membership at a Crossfit gym on Livingsocial at a deeply discounted price. I was immediately hooked. For that month I have never been healthier – I ate better, I slept better, I felt better, and I thought I would continue the spirit of Crossfit after that month was up. After all, according to many, crossfit is a scam, classes for the weak, and a real manly man can get in shape at a moldy $20 a month gym. Now lets post some “crossfit fails” to drive home the point.
What kind of person in their right mind would pay to take part in some bullshit like this?
Me – because their particular brand of training got me motivated and got me results. I need crossfit. I’ve known this all along. And now that I am no longer afraid of spending money on myself, Crossfit and I are gonna enjoy a heck of a relationship together. Of course, I’d have to pay for the dates, and pay a lot.
But the alternative is pricier. The alternative is slowly watching yourself get fatter, slower, with that spark, the spark you felt at such extremes, slowly start to fade. At these prices, Crossfit is starting to look more affordable by the minute.
But the cost isn’t just a monetary one, its also a mental one. The mind and body work as a unit after all. And besides, what good is a hot body if you have no pretty ladies in your life. So I am also embarking on the “1 approach a day diet” to truly be unstoppable, one girl, one workout, one day at a time.
Crossfit and pretty ladies, I’ll report on both.
But for now I look outside – it’s pouring, the umbrella that help me get to work is still dripping nearby. It’s a mess out there. and it sounds like a perfect time to approach