My son and I went to Gold’s Gym yesterday. It was packed. That’s great to see. Yet even though Gold’s Gym was crowded, the people exercising represent such a small portion of the population.
When I drive to and from work, or on errands, there are occasional joggers along the way. Again, a small portion.
Maybe the ones who exercise regularly are missing the boat. Perhaps they are the crazy ones. Wasting their time on the frivolous pursuit of a sound body. Not a perfect body. A sound body.
Wasting their time and energy by rearranging their schedules to make exercise fit. Passing on “delicious” foods, or skipping second helpings, in an effort to practice healthy moderation.
What’s wrong with that small portion of the population? What a bunch of self-indulgent individuals. They remind me of the people on the airplane who put the oxygen mask on first, before offering to help the person next to them.
Lane 8 at 2009 World Championships in Lahti, Finland.
That’s “Jack”, my son’s Teddy Bear. He has three exactly alike. He got them as gifts years ago. The collar is actually inscribed “Jack”.
Our son was born in August 2000. My Dad, Jack Noel, passed on, April 2001.
My Father, and our son, never met. We were two months away from our trip to Pennsylvania when the phone call came, “They’re giving your dad three days”.
So, “Jack” the bear, has traveled extensively. He’s the one with two torn ears. The other “Jacks” are in near perfect condition. Our son was gracious enough to let the “tug-o-war with our yellow Lab” Jack travel.
Find a million ways, gimmicks, tricks – whatever it takes – to stay motivated. Jack is simply one of them.