Here’s the theory…
We are cut off from our bodies, living from the neck up. When we do exercise it’s often about the goal – a pert bum, a healthier heart etc – and not about the experience. We even cut ourselves off when we are exercising, watching GMTV from a treadmill in a fluorescent lit tomb full of other sweating zombies in headphones. We turn it in to a routine and a chore.
But exercise is just another wonderful way to experience the world, like sex or food or delicious nap – all the vital things that remind you you’re alive. It’s about hearing your heart pounding in your ears. It’s about the soft ache in your muscles. It’s about great big gulps of air.
People think exercise is for the disciplined or the health obsessed or the vain. I think it’s for people who want to enjoy life.
As ultramarathoner Dean Karnazes says: “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely and in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: ‘‘WOW! What a ride!'”
I want to get people off their arses and running down hills or throwing themselves in icy lakes or climbing things. I’m still working out how to do that. In the mean time, I’m exploring all the many and varied forms of exercise I can find.
I am not a fitness freak and no one would call me an athlete, but I love sport (doing, not watching). So, I’m going to try all sorts of different things – from Polo to martial arts. The point is not finding one thing and making it my new hobby, a thing to be perfected, timetabled and ruined. The point is to keep trying new things, which I’ll share on this blog.
Please feel free to join me on any of my adventures.