The motivation of the day is a video, a delightful selfie of The Rock and some other guy sitting on a roof watching the sun rise. Each morning, it turns out, “DJ” (as he sometimes refers to himself) is going to give me a motivational message and remind me of my goal. I click through the app to find out what would’ve happened if the stupid thing had worked. I’m locked in a two-step with the satan of alarm-clock apps. You had ONE JOB, Dwayne! And that was to wake me up! It reminds me of his quote in Furious 7, when he says, “You just earned yourself a dance with the devil, boy.” That’s what this feels like. No, your screen has to look like this when you last touch your phone at night, or you’re up a creek:
You can’t set the alarm and then use another app like a normal alarm clock. I realize now that the alarm clock only works if you press sleep mode and then just put your phone down. I open the app and click through the process of setting it, and then get to this screen, which I must’ve managed to ignore last night: I grab my phone, furious as I realize this isn’t The Rock waking me up. I wake up to the shrill sounds of my normal alarm. I reach for my phone and set the standard alarm on the iPhone clock for 6:50 a.m., just in case. But as I close my eyes, something - call it divine intervention? - tells me it might not be the smartest thing to put all my wake-up eggs in The Rock’s basket. I choose GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE, set the alarm, and press “sleep mode.” I then close the app, check Twitter, realize no one has liked my latest tweet that I thought was funny, delete the tweet in shame, and put my phone down on my bedside table.
Now I have to choose a sound to wake up to: I do, however, worry I’m being a lazy journalist by not committing as fully as I could. I would definitely barf if I tried to eat 2.3 pounds of cod and 12 eggs in one day.
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This is also the same reason I decide I don’t need to eat like The Rock does, too, in order to get the full Rock experience. I also have the option of waking up at “Rock Time,” which is the ungodly hour of 5 a.m., but I don’t, because I’m a writer, not a masochist. Mostly because I don’t want to gain five pounds of muscle, I don’t want to do any of the hard work associated with losing ten pounds of non-muscle, I can’t reasonably believe this article will be good enough to earn me a promotion, I’m terrible at languages, I already eat a fair amount of green stuff, and cleaning my closet (I don’t own a garage or a locker) is a mountain I’m not ready to climb.īut the main reason I choose to make my own goal is because I actually have one: There is also the option of making your own goal, and I decide to go with that. “Finally clean out garage/closet/locker.”.So now, a week later, what’s the verdict? Did The Rock Clock change my life? Or did it become just one more square icon on my phone, relegated to a shuttered existence alongside Farmville? Here, my real-time Rock Clock diary that reveals all. I accepted the assignment (“YES!!!!”), downloaded the app, and - for the first time in my adult life - couldn’t wait for the moment my alarm went off the next day.
It’s meant to help you reach your goals (whatever they may be - more on that later) and keep you motivated as you strive to live your best life, reach for the stars, carpe the diem, never, ever give up, and try, try, try again.īasically, it’s a glorified alarm clock with motivational-poster tendencies.
The Rock Clock, if you aren’t familiar, is an app that actor Dwayne Johnson, also known as The Rock, launched last week. A moment of a destiny fulfilled, of a dream realized, of a higher purpose achieved.įor me, that moment came last Monday afternoon in the form of a Slack message from Nina Mandell, our fearless managing editor here at For The Win. A moment to which every decision they’ve ever made has been leading. There comes a moment in a person’s life that makes it clear why they were put on this earth in the first place. Heads up: There’s some NSFW language in this post.
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