Common Sense and Horse Manure…
He was six foot two, a very pleasant man, and I’d known him for quite a while. “We’re going to die anyway”, he said. “So why would anyone bother getting themselves fit, then go to the trouble of keeping it? What’s the point? We can get hit by a bus, an illness, or shot as we stand in a bank queue.”
He was right. And he was wrong.
Whatever we do, or want to do, if we want to do it well, we need to be able to use our faculties to our best advantage.
Being fit, healthy and well, helps us to that condition. Enormously.
We need to be physically robust, mentally clear, emotionally stable, for useful, productive living.
Now, whether we have ten days, ten months, or ten decades, we owe it to ourselves and to life, our life, to be at our best.
And of course, life can be unfair. We can put in huge effort, do herculean moves, only to have the thing snatched, lost, or randomly destroyed.
That’s life. It happens all the time. And we can’t control all circumstances. But we can wield a powerful influence over them. And it helps to remember that whatever chance we have of getting something done if we apply ourselves, we’ve little or none if we just sit and wish.
And we’ll have had the privilege and the fulfilment of having been at our best, making a worthwhile contribution, and being a willing, contributing, loyal partner to the Human Race……
On that basis, brief as it is, keep training. And keep breathing.