I follow a few blogs from a variety of topics. Not a lot, but enough to try to keep up with what others are talking about. Keep informed. Hup, Hup, Cheerio and all that.

When I saw this blog, I knew exactly what Brendan was talking about.

I Believe In Inertia

Now there is a title that I believe in. I fight the urge to remain inert, mentally and physically, all the time. Inertia is a source of nature that makes it nearly impossible to break out of our ruts, to get moving on something new, or to attain out goals. It feels a lot like dragging yourself bodily out of bed.

green log pull

I work to break down my goals into small chunks to force myself to get started – to get my body strong, to learn something new, to get moving on my new projects. Each small step, each incremental wobble forward, can cascade you down the path you are trying to take.

Does it help to know it is not just you? I helps me. Maybe I need companionship. Maybe it is the idea that millions of other are fighting each step to move themselves forward, with their own brains kicking and screaming to keep them down. To jump in and get moving can open up the door you need to commit, to try, to change.

So what did Brendan say? Read for yourself:

It happened again yesterday, like it always does, about three-quarters of the way through my run: I started to try to talk myself out of finishing the run. My stomach was acting up, I could tell I was dehydrated, I was sluggish from not getting enough sleep the night before. What’s the difference, really, I asked myself, between 4.5 miles and 6 miles? Who would care, really, if I went home early?

But I didn’t. Because this happens inside my head all the time, I have a trick I use. I make myself start the last lap. I’ve run probably a thousand laps around the 1.45-mile crushed-rock trail around the park near my house, and I wouldn’t say I’ve enjoyed many of them. Almost every lap is a small battle for me, but I’ve figured out one thing: if I get through 10 percent of a lap, I’ll get through 100 percent.

I have plenty of friends who are happier in motion than they are at rest, and I have realized I am not one of them (although my mother is). I could sit and eat donuts in front of a computer screen for 16 hours a day and it wouldn’t bother me a bit, so I’ve had to devise systems to keep me from giving in to my sloth-like instincts. I refuse to own a reclining easy chair because I’ve seen them trap people for hours. I commit to outdoor events beyond my capabilities so I’ll be terrified enough to train for them.

I believe in inertia. Large or small, physical or psychological, it’s a wonderful and horrible thing. A body at rest will stay at rest, sometimes for years, and a person in a job they don’t like will stay in that job for years. We’ll stick with routines that are bad for us simply because they’re comfortable.

In trying to figure out both sides of that equation, I’ve learned something about myself: If I take that first step, I’ll commit. I’ve stood nervously at the top of steep ski runs, at the bottom of ice climbs or rock routes, and backstage before public speaking gigs, and the worst part is the few seconds or minutes right before you say fuck it, stop worrying, and go. You make the first jump turn, swing one of your tools into the ice, edge the rubber of your rock shoe onto the first hold and step up onto it, or walk on stage and say the first few words. And then you’re in it. Good or bad, falling or sending, at least you’re not wasting mental energy worrying about it anymore.

Whether you want to run six miles or 30 miles, you have to run ten feet first.


Take those first steps, force the leap that gets you moving and start the journey. You may have to start it a hundred times, but with out even trying, you know you will fail.

And check out Semi Rad. They are a celebration of all of us who will never be, and don’t really strive to be the best in the world, but rather the people we want to be.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s