The young athlete who lifts weights, goes on 5K runs, trains martial arts, drinks coke zero, smokes cigarettes and goes to bed at random times carries much more life force and happiness than the healthmaxxer who is obsessed with his grass fed pasture raised eggs and raw milk, and is afraid of running or boxing because it “spikes his cortisol”.
These little nerds who have objectively lower mid physiques, 18% bodyfat, slim arms and obsess over “grounding” and growing your hair out because of esoteric BS. never actually seem energetic or happy.
Many of us go to the gym not to just look good but because for 1-2 hours the world shuts off, it's you vs you and nothing else matters.
The ones that get it.get it. The ones who don't...don't.
my father always told me: "if you want to go for a run, go for a run, don't look for company. sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, likeminded people will find you themselves." and only recently have I realized that this principle works everywhere.
This is an apology to my mom for all the times she came home from a long day of work and my unemployed teenage self had the audacity not to have done the simple tasks she asked of me. I get it now.