This probably shouldn't have made the leap to this more adult and refined blog but it did and it really only serves to point out that I'm not all that great all the time. That and testing yourself consistently requires testing others pretty consistently too. Lately i'm failing those tests. More of that in some new original blog I expect.
Firstly. It happened the other night. I was squatting. This is the scene of many of my epiphanies and before the feeling that I have discovered something new and untouched by the consciousness of others fades from my memory I want to write about it.
The preface. I'm not very strong. I'm stronger than a lot of people but if you look at the limits of human achievement or even the great number of people out there concerned with strength then by comparison I am a giddy enthusiast. So maybe this occurs to everyone as they start to lift weights that interest them, maybe not.
My own limitations aside, I was nearing the end of 5 sets of 5 reps of 130kg squatting. This is taxing. Somewhere around the 4th set a rep stuck. I lost the groove, didn't capitalise on the bounce and there I was - stuck in the half squat position. Now the epiphany didn't happen just yet. With a potentially fatal weight on you shoulder and no movement, other things were occurring to me.
I survived and completed the set. As I lay on the floor, resting before the next set it hit me, "Organisms adapt to stresses or they die". This isn't that revolutionary. What is revolutionary is the idea that maybe this realisation brought on by progressive strength training may be the simple way to get all those creationists and fundamentalists to accept evolution.
Get them in the gym. Get them training and then as the weights get interesting, Bang! We've got another convert. I don't think it can be avoided. I've struggled and failed in most things and occasionally I question my atheism. Once you're under the bar though, even if there was a god he couldn't help you. It's all you.
So there it is. Yet another use for training. My great epiphany. At the time it seemed so real, that I could change the world. Now it has slipped but there's still a chance.
Secondly. I have been the victim of a heinous crime. My left wing mirror has been taken. Just the glass and the mounting, not the actual shell attached to the car. It was taken along with the bit that covers the towing eye.
The dual nature of these thefts and the fact that the right hand side mirror wasn't taken suggest that the thief needed these for something. Possibly his own car.
That sounds reasonable enough as motivations go, but I drive an Opel Corsa. A car not known to be favoured by the criminal fraternity. In fact I would think that owning an Opel Corsa would be a blackballing offence if you were to seek membership of said fraternity. So it mystifies me to think of some elderly woman out with a screwdriver fucking with my car.
The alternative is that the vandal is smarter than I am. He anticipated this line of thought and did it just to fuck with me. Egged on by his friends to take the other mirror, he said "No, this will blow this dude's mind" and it has. I don't know what has happened, should I look suspiciously at every old lady in a Corsa or have the criminal underworld got a formidable new member? Both are terrifying concepts.
Only Batman can save us.
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