Where did the weekend go?
That’s pretty much how I always feel on Monday morning. Friday night to Sunday night always feels like a blur. We start off the weekend with the intent to be active and pursue personal interests – by that I mean drink, of course – as well as take ample time to rest, yet when the weekend is wrapping up, we wonder what the hell just happened.
Am I the only one who feels this way? I’m pretty sure that I’m not.
Here’s a quick rundown of my weekend: Friday night, Emily and I watched Nightcrawler (2014). It’s a decent movie, and I always appreciate movies that have an authentic, real depiction of Los Angeles – 500 Days of Summer (2009) and Drive (2011) are other good examples. That Rene Russo still looks good, by the way.
Afterwards, we met up with some friends for drinks at a bar, and per the usual, I partook more beverages than I should have. I didn’t get trashed nor was I hungover the next day, but still, at this point in my life a night of drinking can take all my energy away for the next day. As a result, Saturday and Sunday were uneventful and unproductive. I guess that’s where the weekend went.
Because I was so lazy on Saturday, I didn’t want to leave the house.
So how did I spend Saturday night? I ordered UFC 189.
I wasn’t expecting a whole lot, but it turned out to be the best UFC I’ve ever seen. I am a casual Mixed Martial Arts viewer – I can properly I.D. fighters like Jon Jones, Ronda Rousey, and Nick Diaz. But watching UFC 189 turned me into a fan of the sport.
I’m not here to give a recap of the entire fight card, but all five of the main card fights were pretty amazing.
Of course, the man who stole the entire show is the man who is taking the sport over by storm – Conor McGregor. He is charismatic, talks trash for days, and has the weight of his entire country of Ireland on his shoulders. It seemed like the MGM Grand Arena was full of Irish citizens on Saturday night. Were Conor to lose the main event fight, the streets of the Las Vegas Strip would have been full of angry, drunk Irishmen (uhh… Security???).
But Conor delivered on his promise, knocking out his opponent, Chad Mendes, in the 2nd Round. He talked a big game before the fight, and he backed it up in the Octagon.
Upon defeating Mendes, he fell to his knees, overcome with emotion. Here’s a man who gave all of himself to fulfill his destiny, with thousands of his countrymen flying all the way to Las Vegas to support him. Any person would be overwhelmed.
It was a great moment for Conor, Ireland, and the UFC.
I bring all this up to highlight the contrast.
Here I am, lazy as can be, not even wanting to step out of the house, watching Conor McGregor accomplish his dream of becoming a UFC Champion.
Blood, sweat, and tears. Endless hours of discipline, dedication, and determination. That’s what it took Conor to achieve his dreams.
The thing is, he had a dream, an actual goal that he wanted to accomplish.
Think about it – at some point in his journey he said to himself, “I want to become the best in the world.”
Most of us wouldn’t dare to think crazy thoughts like this. But Conor did, and he dedicated his life to getting to Saturday night, as the title belt was wrapped around his waist.
So what’s going on with our lives? Do we just live, and that’s it? Are we content to have our things, enjoy the two days of the weekend, never challenging ourselves? Is striving to accomplish unrealistic goals a fool’s errand?
For the greats, there will always be detractors, critics who think they are crazy and out of their minds.
I think it’s time put a little more crazy into my life.