What do you want for Christmas? I hear those 6 words from friends and family every year. I know the question is coming and I’m still never ready with an answer. For whatever reason, this question for me is right up there with “What do you want to do when you grow up?,” “What is the meaning of life?,” and “Why don’t people ever post a comment on my blog?” in terms of difficult life questions to answer.
I never know what to tell people about the Christmas gift question. The truth is I really don’t need anything. Not only that, but I’m pretty sure I don’t even really want anything. I never see a commercial on TV and say to myself “Wow…gotta have that.” I never see a celebrity, athlete, or model in a magazine and have any interest in getting what they are wearing (Air Jordans as a kid being the only exception). I’m even to the point with telemarketers where they could be calling to say I’ve won $1 million, and I’d tell them I don’t want it before they even get the chance to speak.
This Christmas, however, was different. I still gave the same blank stare when asked what I wanted for gifts, but when Christmas Day rolled around and I tore the wrapping paper off my presents, I had a different reaction; I realized I genuinely did want the things I got.
Let’s take a quick look at some of my presents and then see if we can figure out why I liked them so much:
1. SwiMP3 Player: Now this is a great idea. I’ve never owned an iPod and generally don’t have any interest in music, but have you ever tried swimming back and forth in a pool staring endlessly at the bottom? I have. It sucks. 1 minute feels more like 13 1/2 hours. Running and biking outside at least give you things to look at. A pool offers you the visual pleasure of a black line painted along the bottom. Awesome. Enter the SwiMP3 player to help address the boredom. A SwiMP3 player (as its name suggests) is an MP3 player for swimming. It hooks directly onto your goggles and the music is very clear under the water. The only issue is that I seem to get more water in my goggles when I’m wearing it (not ideal given the point of goggles is to keep water out). Overall though, it works well and makes swim training much more enjoyable. My swimming goals should look out…I’m coming after them now and I’m one bad Mother F*cker.
2. RoadID: Safety first as they say. This is a bracelet that runners and bikers should wear that has emergency contact info on it should a bad accident occur and the person can’t speak for himself. While not exactly a cheery holiday gift, it is a very important one. Accidents involving runners and bikers with no ID is actually a large problem given runners/bikers typically don’t bring their wallet with them on a workout. Did you know 48,264 lives would have been saved in 2011 if people were wearing these? I’m guessing you probably didn’t since I completely made that statistic up and I’m sure it’s not close to true. It definitely sounded compelling though as I was typing. In all seriousness, if an accident does happen it is very difficult for emergency workers to know who to notify and to have basic info on how to treat the person.
On a side note, I actually got Sue the exact same (yes, I know “exact same” is redundant) thing as one of my gifts for her. They say great minds think alike, and I get the point, but that phrase has never made much sense to me. It seems to me that people thinking alike (or not being able to think differently) is one of the biggest problems in the world right now…whoa, digression police, pull over…sorry about that. I guess I’ll save my 2 cents for a NY Times Op-Ed and get back on track here.
3. “You Are an Ironman: How six weekend warriors chased their dream of finishing the world’s toughest triathlon”: This is a fantastic non-fiction book serving as great motivation for my workouts. I love it because it doesn’t talk about the professionals…it focuses instead on the stories of everyday people and what they went through in trying to do the 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, and 26.2 mile swim. Let’s face it, I’m obsessed with all 35 items on my list, but if I had to choose 1 that I’m going to be most proud of, it will be the Ironman. Don’t think for a second that if I were single I wouldn’t walk right into a bar and announce to every girl… “Hi, I’m an Ironman.” Actually, I’d probably go with the line from the movie Hall Pass – “Are you from Ireland? Because when I look at you my penis starts-a-Dublin’!” That killed me…no way that wouldn’t work.
Anyway, as I started off by saying, I didn’t think I wanted anything for Christmas. When I opened my presents though, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I really wanted everything I got. So what changed? I didn’t get anything this year that was more expensive than previous years. The gifts weren’t more luxurious in any way. What was it?
It occurred to me that the difference had little to do with the gifts themselves, but more to do with the context around what the gifts were about. Everything I got this year was related to “Schmeis 35 for 35” and the goals I set out to achieve in 2012. I think I’ve been lacking personal goals for so long that I thought I never really wanted anything. That wasn’t the case. The truth was I didn’t have anything I was trying to achieve so no gift (no matter how expensive, high-tech, etc.) could fit into a framework that allowed me to see how much I wanted it. Having goals has made me realize I do actually want things; I want anything that can help me achieve my goals. In this case, I’m so ridiculously obsessed with these 35 random athletic aspirations that any gift that fit into that framework was instantly the best thing in the world to me.
So here’s my advice: next year when you’re asked what you want for the holidays, don’t just blindly follow the masses and ask for an iPad. I encourage you to think about your own goals and what gifts could help you get there. From personal experience, I expect you’ll find that approach much more rewarding. Plus, people will be so impressed with your maturity in approaching the subject that you just tricked them into getting you the iPad for your birthday anyway…