The mind, for most, has taken priority over the body. The advantages are plenty. Technological activities are sugar-rushes of cerebral entertainment infinitely more exciting than our drab world. Those with physical impairments can now join in, whereas even 20 years ago, social ostracization was normal. The disadvantages are also plenty. The ailments some encounter could result from our sedentary lifestyles. The mind/body imbalance. The wasted potential. The body, for most, has become a rusty tool.
#rowingmachine 50 rows. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve actually been doing 51 rows lately! Not 50! This innocent deception is just to confirm I hit 50 rows. Especially when I occasionally exert myself well past my physical and mental limits, where each of the last 10 rows feels like I’m climbing up and down Mount Everest, I’m spent by the time I reach 50. Also, I go with 50, not yet 200, because it’s a reasonable amount any day.
Shortly after beginning to row regularly again, I received invites for more physical hobbies. Until now, I hadn’t been up to the challenge. The brain is funny. Mine knows when it’s time to kick into gear. Mine knows when I need to trash the junk food and get better quality food. Mine knows when it can do more. My body is now less of a burden to my mind’s ambitions to do more, including… skateboarding?
You must work toward anything you want to achieve in life. Every motivational person says it their way because it’s all the same. The ones that burn out typically went too quick, didn’t fully anticipate the amount of grinding away at life it takes to get that better life, or maybe wanted easy results. Rowing is fun for me. It’s also grueling. I’ve already seen drastic improvements since March and I know there’s even more.
Life is cruel if you let it afflict you. Life will beat you down with illness, emotion, and never-ending barrages of stress. If that’s what you allow. If you can train your body and mind to overcome minor illness, calmly react to negative emotions, and deflect stress, you can find your invincible summer. Rowing has helped me overcome some of that by letting me throw that anguish into something productive that helps me endure hardships.
I returned to fitness because my ambitions were being hindered by accidental obesity. Recovering the physicality of performing tasks that aren’t extremely difficult is one goal. That statement is broad enough to celebrate any smaller victory. Saturday at Tool, I was able to move between photogenic vantage points without being exhausted. Sure, that’s not much compared to athletes or what was once considered healthy. You’ve just got to remain positive. It’s so easy to regress!
I’m starting to see a difference! If I were to say that I have the body of a fat rower now, that’d be kind of pretentious, but it’s the best way for me to phrase it. I was merely overweight before, deceptively obscured perhaps as credit to the fitness of my early 20s, and now I’m starting to see some of that same fit physique. Other than vanity, I have seen other results as well.
I might change this weekly column’s title. The main factor is how much value I think publishing these weekly updates as a self-help book could bring to a wider audience. It might have too many random philosophical musings and it’s also not as exciting a journey as the one I made in my 20s, the “Sixty Pounds in Six Months” Story, yet my 30s casual weight-loss pace could help others start drilling toward their goals.