“What do you have to lose? I tell you already you are looking good so.” These comments were trashed at me about one week ago during my early morning workout session from a young man who seemingly has nothing to lose. My response to him was, “this hardly is about losing something; rather, it is about keeping well and healthy.”
The point is, I know we all have to die some way somehow, and this inevitability we have no control over. But come on, do we need to allow ourselves to just get all flabby, shaky, out of shape and in some way even ugly? Clearly we will not always acquire the Coke Bottle Shape, nor will all of make it to the national sports team, some of us won’t even lose all the pounds we desire to shed, while others of us may not even survive the workout, we could die from it. Still, is it worth it living life with no motion, no movement, a lack of self-motivation and discipline?
Looking back on my childhood and adolescence remind me of the many days I walked from Gutter (Cotton Hill) to Long House and back in the hot sun to take my mother’s tickets and to collect her pay cheque. My mother carried ‘fig’ (bananas) on her head weekly as a job. For each trip she made from the shed to the badge, she collected a ticket. This was all a part of the Geest Trade of Bananas from the local Portsmouth Port to England. She along with many women made their living being part of that industry. So anyway, I would religiously on a weekly basis do the necessary to collect her money.
Coupled with this, my siblings and I made several trips from our home to the standpipe and back with loaded, and or filled Jerry cans as buckets. That meant we had to defy two steep hills on the way several times. Clearly my cardio was in full effect since the aforementioned movements were complemented by cycling. Later, a fall from my brother’s tall mountain bike Continue reading