I had a really good time during my University years. I ate a lot of food, drank a lot of beer and other beverages and did a lot of sitting around, perfecting useless moves on Tony Hawk video games for the PlayStation. As a result of this kind of lifestyle, I was able to wear fairly large pants by the time I graduated. Around the time I was finishing school, I played in a 3 on 3 hockey tournament, taking part in 3 or 4 games over the day. By that evening, I was so worn out I was physically ill – it felt like I had been in a car crash – not just skated around in circles in a tournament that didn’t even require shoulder pads (non-contact).
I decided after my hockey experience that as much fun as it was to eat 4 full meals in a day (who doesn’t like second breakfast?) along with a late night snack of Chinese Food or 800 calorie pita wraps after drinking “all” of the beer, there was a downside – mostly the not being able to breathe after walking up a flight of stairs.
I read a lot of diet and fitness books, started moving around and lifting heavy things. It turned out that once I changed everything I was previously doing, I was able to get into much better shape. I could now move around for an extended period of time without feeling like I wanted to die (I still got very sweaty though, apparently there’s no stopping that).
Around the same time period, I was changing my finances around as well. I moved from a time when I was spending student loans on very non-school related items, to paying them off and saving enough to pay cash for a fairly nice car. Looking back, I would have preferred to have bought a car for about half the price and have had that money invested for a decade, but I’m glad I didn’t continue on with my “spendy” ways.
I keep my finances in order, to the point that I will hopefully be able to achieve financial independence by age 45 for the same reason why I stay in shape – in case I want to do something. That “something” may be an 8 km walk after staying out past the last bus and still having to get home at 1:30 in the morning. Or that “something” could be a lesser-paying career that is interesting or fulfilling at some point in the future.
Maybe that moment will never come, but I prefer to be prepared, rather than having that feeling I did about 10 years ago of wanting to do something and it making me sick.
Do you have a “Something” that keeps you motivated?