Hate to Exercise as Much as I Do?
My Life Evading Exercise
When I was a little kid, we boys all swam naked at the YMCA. The one exception was when moms and sisters were invited for special events. Now after some 40 years, I still remember the one kid who forgot it was Family Swim Night, and innocently strolled out of the showers and into the pool room, and the only suit he had on was his birthday suit. He did the fastest about-face I've ever seen, and we never let him live it down.
What's more, we were
still swimming nude in boy's gym class when I graduated from
But not us.
Of course we all showered together as well. In a scene reminiscent of a juvenile prison movie, after gym class we were absolutely compelled to shower. In the scant three minutes given to us for the purpose, enough teen trauma was doubtless accumulated to last a lifetime. I mean, how do you cope with such a situation? Everybody had to do it, so evidently we managed. And we learned valuable skills in the process: one of my acquaintances taught me how to get dressed without drying first. Another showed me how to remove paint from the Army-green lockers using "Right Guard" spray deodorant as a solvent. Still another kid of the nerdy type was justifiably afraid his books would be swiped, so he showered with his briefcase right next to his ankles.
Our drab high school
locker room had a colorful attendant, an elderly Scotsman best known for his
unique way of selling required sports accessories from the equipment cage.
When you heard the cry "Socks and jocks! Socks and jocks!" you knew
that "Scotty" was working his beat. (Could have been worse; I'll
He died in the middle of my junior year.
It did not help that my high-school gym teacher took a special dislike to me. I was about six-one and weighed, maybe, 100 pounds. This guy, an obese ex-Marine, was also the wrestling coach. He combined the only two marketable skills he possessed into a unique method of selecting sparring teams: He'd line us up by height and have us count off by twos. This meant, of course, that I inevitably ended up with a 6 foot, one inch 220 pound varsity football lineman as my wrestling "partner."
I therefore developed the fasted sit-out in the history of wrestling.
I guess it was the
ancient Greeks that seem to have been the original obsessive sports nudists.
Long before string bikinis or Spandex, they were quite literally parading
around starkers. These same exercise fanatics
that brought us the Olympics are surely to blame for
Between the public
schools, the YMCA, and my brothers (and later my exercise-nut of a son), I
have therefore developed an enduring dislike of all things related to
sport. It's not that I haven't tried. I've successfully sat
through black-and-white TV wrestling, watching my grandfather cheer the
Gallagher Brothers. I've logged a few school homecoming games live, and
sat on the bleachers to watch
So, like all the neighborhood
boys, I played ball all summer. I mean, that's what boys did. For
us, born and raised within smelling distance of the Eastman Kodak Company's
main plant, it was KPAA (Kodak Park Athletic Association) softball league. It
was free, you got a cool shirt, and if you won, you played "under the
lights" at the
For the first 15 years of his life, my older brother was a round-shouldered, horn-rimmed glasses-wearing, skinny little twerp. The he started working out in our basement. Like a mushroom planted in the dark and forgotten, he grew out of sight. Pretty soon he was a changed guy. Weight lifting had utterly transformed him. Good diet, natural maturation, and contact lenses didn't hurt, but that Sears and Roebuck 20-dollar weight kit did wonders.
The secret, of course, is that he spent the time using it.
And that brings me to my real point:
You either talk about doing it, or you do it. I do not like to exercise. But I like even less having a pudgy belly, backaches, skinny arms, and no chest. That is why I exercise. Of course you and I know it is good to exercise, in the same way that smokers know it is good not to smoke. But knowledge is not enough. You have to experience it.
My exercise hints? Thought you'd never ask:
1) Exercise for a really honest reason: vanity.
2) Exercise with a friend (or relative, if you are desperate) who has the same goals you do. This is very important, and may be essential, to stay on the wagon.
3) Exercise to music. I recommend the Who, the Rolling Stones, good blues (I like Clapton and B.B King), early Beatles and maybe a little Badfinger for the rest of you eclectic ex-hippies.
4) Start small. I began, at my son's insistence, with crunches. When I started, I thought thirty was a lot.
5) Work up. After six years, I now can do 2,100 crunches in under 50 minutes. I once saw a documentary about an Olympic athlete that did 3,000 crunches a day, in thirty minutes. She was about five feet tall and weighed almost nothing, except for her muscles. That's my goal, then (no, not to be a woman): 3,000 crunches.
6) Invest as little money as possible. A cheap exercise bike and a pair of dumbbells is a good start. Maybe add a weight set and a bench. Check garage sales, for a lot of people purchase this stuff, and that act constitutes their entire exercise program: the buying of equipment. Consequently, you can outfit your garage, attic, or basement for very little cash.
7) Better yet, keep it all in your living room. If you see it, you will use it. Still better, keep all your gear within a remote's distance of your TV. You can watch the tube while you bike. You can kill an hour of brainless network programming and bike miles in the process.
8) Keep a record. My brother told me that you need to simply beat your own record to be a winner. That's a pretty profound point. I would never have gotten to 2100 crunches unless I'd wanted to beat 2,000, or 1,000, or 30.
9) Vary your
program. Although I am a crunch-meister, I
also use dumbbells for my arms and chest. I happen to already have
strong legs from childhood paper routes, chasing my brothers so I'd not be
left behind, biking everywhere as a teenager, and living at the top of a hill
10) Watch the cable exercise channels, especially if you are a beginner. Seeing all those supple, writhing bodies exercising with one great smile is stimulating. Use Richard Simmons exercise tapes, Jane Fonda workout tapes, any workout tapes that appeal to you.
And that brings us full
circle: it really is all about nudity. Especially how you, with your
clothes off, look in the mirror.
Copyright C 2005 and prior years Andrew W. Saul. Revisions copyright 2018.
Andrew Saul is the author of the books FIRE YOUR DOCTOR! How to be Independently Healthy (reader reviews at http://www.doctoryourself.com/review.html ) and DOCTOR YOURSELF: Natural Healing that Works. (reviewed at http://www.doctoryourself.com/saulbooks.html )
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