49. It’s in the 75-Too-Hard-Basket

If you know of 75 Hard, the challenge that demands an intense physical fitness regime for 75 days, you know it sounds, well, hard. If have attempted to or indeed completed Andy Frisella’s challenge, hats off to you.

It’s not of interest to me, but I certainly pursued 75 Loose. This term, coined by a friend at the start of the year, denotes the beginning of a least-challenging year of being fast-and-loose. Well, at least the first 75 days of it.

This Monday marked the first 75 days of the year and I am impressed by the chuffed group of individuals who began 75 Hard on the first day of the year. Me? I am ready to give my body a break.

In this day and age, people in their early twenties are less likely to binge drink on the weekends. Although these findings aren’t representative of my behaviours, I’ve certainly noticed that I have felt for a while. Once thought to be a reflection of my jaded idea that my 20s would be like a 1980s coming-of-age movie like Dirty Dancing or Footloose, now data supports my suspicions.

It’s important that Gen Z are looking after their health more than ever, myself included. I just thought there was more wiggle room for an off-the-cuff mid-week drink or staying out past 10:00 PM on a Sunday night. I can physically and mentally feel myself aging, so off I plunge back into my mental back and forth: am I old or young?

Why do I want to go out on a Sunday night? Do I really want to be tired and rusty for work the next day? No. Do I still feel this impending pressure of enjoying my twenties and seizing my good health before it slowly declines? Yes. Hence why I took “75-Loose” and ran with it. Metaphorically ran, of course. Now, it’s time to run myself a hot bath.