How’s your six pack doing?

No, I’m not talking about coke zero (though I feel like a glass, despite the early hour). I’m asking about your washboard abs. Can you see all eight major muscle groups when you flex? Or do you have dunlap disease, aka, “It dun lapped over ma belt.” 😉 A few years ago, I weighed seventeen pounds more than I do now. I’m in the gym every other day now, at least, largely for two reasons. One, I have more time on my hands than I’ve had in sixteen years. The other reason is, I’m making myself feel better. The endorphin high you get from exercise is like nothing else. Natural, healthy and rewarding. While I would never tell somebody, “Exercise is key,” I do believe that it helps you in many ways.

Why I started running two months ago, even though I’ve never been a fan

First, a history lesson. Before I was in grade school, my dad and elder brother would go jogging in the morning. He was probably forty at the time and I can still remember how rail thin he was. My brother, gangly, awkward and a half a foot taller than me, had no trouble keeping up. However, the runt of the litter (and still the runt) me, I had trouble. By the time we’d get even half way done, I’d be hating life, hating jogging and just wishing I could sit at home. Forget all about the exercise.

Thirteen years of soccer still did not make me appreciate running, jogging or any sort of cardio-vascular exercise along those lines. A few months ago, I had a surreal experience and realized, I’m not pushing myself hard enough. The goals in my life are not for the faint of heart, they aren’t for the guy who sits at home, feet up and says, “Yep, running sucks.” My ambition fits the guy who runs, despite his disdain, despite his desire for less physical pain. A few months into the hobby, I can do 2.8 miles on the treadmill in about 32 minutes, which is a good foundation. The pain is not as bad either; waking up today was a surprise, I expected more. My body is adjusting to the brutal routine and the running.

The point is, if you want something bad enough, you have to get used to doing things which make you uncomfortable. It’s a muscle you have to build, you have to nurture, you have to grow. Without that fearlessness, without that, “I’m going to do it anyway,” attitude, some dreams will remain out of reach.

Personally, I have too many obligations to allow myself the luxury of kicking my feet up and passing the buck. Between the lion and the gazelle, I know which one I am. It’s in my family tree, my surname and my blood. From more than a thousand years ago, the Goodrich crest had a lion in it. Proud, strong and hungry.

Those who know me, know that I bite. 😉