45 Years of Fitness

Is knowing about me any help to you? Maybe? I guess that I am always interested in people whom I consult, so it maybe that the following is not a complete waste of time. All I hope is that it gets you to the club from this very moment to the last one that you have while living. (Hopefully that doesn't sound too austere in relation to brushing your teeth, You are planning on doing this on the last day of your life, right?)

I remember running around the block to get in better shape than just being "not obese". I started off as a fat kid, the sad result of eating bread with tons of butter and sugar. That was my compensation for the abuse my mother and I endured at the hands of my alcoholic father.

Anyway, I started out as a "fatso" as it was called back then. That was when I was 14 or so. It was about one year before going to high school, a place where I wanted to succeed academically AND find a girl friend. That's why I went on 1000 calories a day.

Everyone that I knew was relieved when I dropped the weight. No one ever called me a Health Nut for that. It was attempting to become a fine athlete that did it. Then I was always called me health nut for doing what I must to excel at sports. But I won inspire of their ridicule. Its just that doing so took about 15 years. That's when I won the state power lifting meet in 1978.

After all of that, ask me if I would ever think of "hanging it all up" The answer is no way. If Jack Lalanne can hang in there for 80 years (as he's 95 and extra-ordinary), what do I have to brag about? Zero. By the way, I'm not bragging. I've just been doing it for 45 years. That's about 10 or so less than the time that I've been brushing my teeth. (Look ma, no cavities to this day! So the big message here is that persistence pays off, perhaps.)

Does this help you in any way? I don't how or why. But I hope that it does. That's my story. But yours is far more important. And I hope that's the reason you're following my posts.