Iron Age Proverbs
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The last time I went bowling I was 12 years old. Seems like only 60 years ago. Time flies when you sit still and stare. It was at the Secaucus Bowlarama. I bowled 200 if you add up my score for both games. Never went back. Too social: people, beer, balls and shoes for rent, slipping and sliding, boisterous laughter, confusion, little pencils and score keeping and costly. I had a quarter and a dime in my pocket and a hole in my sneakers.
Heck, I can play for free where there are no crowds or balls or beers or score cards -- downstairs in the basement with my weights and a milk crate. Later... clank, clank, clank.
Much, much later I’m still at it, which says a lot or very little. I’m either highly committed and disciplined, or just plain dumb. Hmm... Gives me something to ponder between sets.
My workouts are as important as ever. The heavy lifting has been done, the earth moving and plowing, the clearing and leveling, the construction and development. Now to attend the maintenance and repairs. We don’t want to allow weeds to grow, leaks to go unchecked or faulty wiring to threaten the electrical system. Once decline begins and repairs are ignored, the interior and exterior quickly fade.
Got caught up in my dopey metaphor and pictured myself as an old tenement building on the rundown eastside, crawling with drug addicts and deadbeats and rats... broken windows, 40-watt light bulbs, graffiti and stink. Big belly, hanging butt, sloping shoulders, soft arms... Yipes stripes, let me outta here.
I admit I don’t know much, but I do know I’m due to train arms today, with a touch of legs to stimulate the system and burn some loose calories. Biceps and triceps comprise a small muscle group (that has not always been the case) and don’t require lots of energy. Hard work, burn and focus, yes, but not a big drain on the heart and lungs. Thus, a reserve for some friendly leg work to keep the foundations from failing and crabgrass from cropping up along the walkway.
I intend to arrange my workouts, henceforth, with particular attention to robustness and good cheer, function and wholeness. No longer shall I seek mass and power, huge and ripped, marathon workouts, the last rep, and one more set before they lock the doors and turn the lights out. I shall train sensibly, wisely and productively.
Time has not caught up with me; I have overtaken time. What was once necessary yesterday and a year ago is too much today. I expect I’ll be playing this intricate balancing game from now on: exercises, sets and reps, pace and intensity of performance, ability and purpose. Just when I thought I knew what I was doing, along come the same old variables disguised in the different clothing.
I’ll customize my workouts, rotate and alternate the muscle groups, and train according to on-the-spot, at-the-moment needs. Have to, ought to and suppose to will not guide me; guilt will not be my judge. More is better will no longer rule my hauling and tossing of metal, and beyond my ability will remain beyond my ability.
I recognize you as sober and serious lifters with whom I share similar training precepts. A powerful alliance, I thought we might examine 10 post-Stone Age sayings found etched on the walls of ancient cave dwellings and dungeons.
Iron Age Proverbs
Train hard and eat right, my son;
Be strong, be wise and live long.
Curls for strong arms and presses for mighty shoulders;
The rod for the back that refuses.
The wise man seeks muscle and might daily;
Perseverance and patience are his companions.
Not every day is fruitful and a delight;
Satisfaction comes at a great cost.
Better to sleep in a bed of thorns,
Than to share a house with a drunken scoundrel.
Such a mate is destructive,
Apart from Bomber Blend and Barbells, there is no hope for him or her.
I saw a man walking to ruin and death,
His hands were without iron and steel.
No fresh fruit or greens of the earth entered his belly,
No protein or essential fats satisfied his languishing body.
The foolish choose the easy way,
The wicked the way where evil lurks.
But the courageous fear not toil and pain,
And the devoted delight in loaded bars both long and short.
Listen to the words of wisdom, my child;
Let not health and strength drain from your body.
Serve your muscle and might always,
And they will serve you forever more.
Worship the heavy bench press and it will take you down;
Treat your body to its rewards and damage will not visit your house.
A good pump and a stinging burn are the joys of a solid workout;
Pursue them with diligence and long suffering.
Dullness in spirit and sluggishness in body assure defeat;
Avoid them like poisonous snakes.
Weights that go unattended build up rust,
While the lax attendee builds up no good.
Sluggard is his name,
Frail is his frame.
Early bombers resorted to jumping off cliffs and peaks to gain air; we have wings and propellers, ailerons, rudders and flaps. Yet, some things never change, bombers: Once a dumbbell, always a dumbbell.
A little reassurance goes a long way, and we have a long way to go.
Runway to Tower... Preparing for takeoff... or landing... whatever...
Godspeed... DD
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