I feel like a fig, fat, soft and out of shape
Training is a word I use often in conversation and in print. To me it means both exercising hard and eating right. Simple enough, like analytic calculus, one and one are two.
Training, the word, stands out like a soldier or a warrior or an athlete in the vocabulary of the ordinary man. A stiff sound when spoken, black and white when written and heavily shadowed when seen in the mind’s eye, training to the touch is cool and icy cold when left unattended. It warms when it is acknowledged and becomes white hot as it’s translated into action. Training means commitment. Training means discipline. Training means business, let there be no doubt about it.
“It
must be done.” That in plain English is a broad declaration
of the foremost training instruction. Why it is not configured into
our involuntary neuromuscular system, like breathing and the blinking
of the eyes is a mystery to me. Left to our own devices, left to
choose between exercising and not exercising, the latter, for the
overwhelming majority, is the popular choice of the day. And eating
right is purely good luck. Though common sense, experience and scientific
evidence confirm that an exercised and well-fed body lives longer
and with more quality, mankind is repelled by the effort it requires.
Entertain me, feed me, give me comfort, security and happiness,
but, oh, don’t make me exert myself. I’ll labor for
a wage because I must, but don’t prod me along or withhold
my appetites. Haven’t you noticed, don’t you see, I
prefer to sit and nibble and watch TV.
“It must become a habit.” That’s part two of the instruction, given birth by the character of part one. Since training is not a mechanical, instinctive activity performed regularly like the beat of the heart (though nearly as important), we must make it happen, routinely. We must volunteer and will it to happen, or it will not. Better yet, we must want it to happen, wish and need it to happen, then, happen it will. Habitually.
Society by nature is a collection of habits. Cultures are defined by their habits. Who we are individually -- good or not so good, charming or alarming, pleasant or annoying, clean and sweet smelling or sour, productive and useful or of little value -- is reflected in and attributed to our habits. He who bravely assesses himself and rids himself of objectionable habits becomes a less objectionable person. He who develops and adds wholesome habits becomes a better and more complete person.
“It’s up to you,” part three, the final condition of the training fundamental, pronounces it is achievable by us all and dependent upon us individually. Why do so few men and women among us choose the golden practices that most directly support our life and wellness? Further, why do we neglect them, even spurn them, those precious actions worth more than gold? Confounding.
Look back to our fathers and great-grandfathers and unless they were royalty we see that labor -- hard work -- contributed to their muscle and hardiness. Today, most of that is gone. They walked or saddled up. Most of that is gone also. They ate sufficiently and with a semblance of regularity. Today we eat inefficiently and in abundance, here, there and everywhere. And sugar is consumed by truckloads. Our forefathers did not know the high-calorie ingredient with near the intimacy and affection as his hypered, hungry and soft ancestors do. And what was nightlife and weekends without TV? I suspect they did things, as in activity.
We didn’t see it coming. Modern man has been run down by the speeding and streamlined oncoming train of progress. We built our towns and cities, escalators and SUVs, governments and schools and failed to comprehensively care for our most fundamental needs, the strength and health of our physical bodies. We have reading, writing and arithmetic in our classrooms, but where are the basics of nutrition and right eating? Are they not central subjects of study to man’s personal strengthening, advancement and social welfare? There’s art, mythology and social sciences, yet I don’t see compulsory physical education on the curriculum. Shouldn’t thoughtful and vigorous periods of fitness education be added to those subjects essential to progressive living? Did we forget? Are they too exhausting, too much trouble, too demanding and time-consuming? Are they -- um -- considered embarrassing, primitive, harsh and repressive?
They are vital to mankind, should be routinely taught and it’s a grave mistake that they are not. Let’s riot.
Where
did we go wrong? We failed to educate and we remain ignorant. Only
a handful has heard the good word -- train, exercise and eat right
-- and of that handful, only a pinch understands and applies its
principles.
You’d think I was expounding upon the philosophical themes
of life hidden in the vaults of time, suspended in the obscure minds
of distant scholars, unfathomable and untouchable. I’m talking
about invigorating exercise three times a week for an hour and sensibly,
gratefully watching your food consumption.
It goes like this: Mom and Dad didn’t tell us what to do and why ‘cuz nobody told them what to do and why. So we didn’t tell our little rascals what and why and they won’t ‘cuz we didn’t. The trend has started and a distinct few -- you and me -- carry the ball with which no one else wishes to play. What should be natural to society has become an impossible national and global project and has led to a worldwide epidemic. Fat, soft and out of shape peoples with mounting diseases and deficiencies practicing habits not fit for human repetition.
To tell you the truth, bombers, I don’t like to think of my training as a habit. Lifting weights and consuming large amounts of protein is for me a determination of will, a centering and ordering of the mind and spirit, a forceful yet friendly struggle venting stresses of the mind and toxins of the body, a playful release, a living, breathing, moving creative expression, a statement about who I am, a fix. Training separates me from dark guilt and provides generous portions of physical fulfillment.
Training is not a worship, but it is an act of appreciation and thankfulness. It doesn’t decide where you are going, but it does improve your destination and surely helps you get there. It will not reveal your future, but it will help you understand your past. It might not tell you who you are, but a real good workout will lead you to your soul.
Let exercising and eating right become a habit for someone who doesn’t exercise and eat right. For them such a development is a boom, a deliverance and a life-changing accomplishment. Training is a novelty to them that will survive as a habit and hopefully grow into a lifestyle. Who knows where that will take them but it has got to be good.
They may one day find themselves flying.
Go with God, you crazy daredevils… Bomber D
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