Fascination of Fitness

Fascination of Fitness

It’s really strange where the fascination with fitness really begins.

For each of us it’s a bit different.

An idolized movie star?

A favorite athlete?

A family member or blood-influence?

 

For me, it began with superheroes foremost.

Batman, Spiderman, Superman, Shazam, The Flash, Iron Man. Pretty Much a DC comics kid first, Marvel comics second.

 

Anyway, I believe that was my first “I want that Kool-Aid” moment.

But really I believe it began earlier. Maybe when I first eyed my mother, father or brother dash across the yard or living room floor to grab a ringing telephone, catch the post man or stop one of us crazy kids from propelling ourselves off of a counter, bed or staircase.

We all wish to replicate that feeling of freedom and movement.

We have instilled within us to begin a life of fitness and activity.

And it’s funny as society, and our own lives, move forward that our civilization has become less fit (as a whole) and fatter. Sorry, but it’s true. No need to hold back any punches. Our mirrors don’t.

I’ve had times when I’ve been well over 20 pounds over my comfortable-self-secure weight and that baby powder pimp slaps me back into training mode. But we’re not self-conscious as babies. So what drives us to involve fitness into our life?

For myself, as many would most likely assume, I am driven by the aesthetic results of fitness as an adult. I am also driven by the emotional high that comes from feeling capable within most any arena of human-gravitational-influenced-movement; it’s mine, can’t steal it 😉

 

Those would be top two, and not by chance.

How are superheroes sold to us as little boys and girls?

As very attractive, very capable beings within the capacity of the world they derived from or live within.

So can anyone blame me for turning out this way?

It was further confirmed for me as an adolescent in elementary school while watching Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, Tom Cruise and Christopher Reeves tear up the planet as silver-screen stars, each in fantastic shape, always winning the girl, always beating the competition, always performing some ridiculous height of human-esque achievement.

Who wouldn’t be fascinated by that?

In my own life I follow each and every new achievement by feeling compelled to out-due my latest effort. Eventually the ground has to slide out from beneath me right?

But through fitness, I’ve been able to keep climbing upward and ascending towards my own “reality-driven-superhero-child-influenced-self”.

Because I “quotation” it means I created it. That 16 syllable, 6 word hyphenated Scrabble clincher is gonna spread like wildfire. Just watch. Actually – only “reality” is an acceptable 7 letter/tile Scrabble word. Please don’t use this option or you will look like at a fool at your next fondue key swap party with the swank neighbors of the “red-brick white-column we need a fountain and pull through driveway” neighborhood.

 

But what is your fascination with fitness?

What compels you?

What does your mirror tell you?

When do you feel, you fell helpless, with the need to further your fitness?

Was it demanded by health?

Was it contrived from insecurity?

Was it manifested by a means not your own?

I’ve been pretty honest with this post. You may be curious to express your own honesty.

I’m a slave to recognition with the best of them. I’m also a mainstream marketer’s dream. I am also a “I can do it better” punk. I happen to also be involved with the “survival of the fittest only club”. I’m a lot of things. But first and foremost, I am also aware that all I am is the sum parts of early influencers and their impact on my current beliefs, standards, direction, motivation and hope.

And if I’m holding back or dogging it I can admit that too. If I’m beat I can admit that too. Like when Katie O’Hara, Tara (Kent) Blackman, Jessica Nathan, Michael Signori, Sean Griffith, Mike Saya, Dominic Ricciarelli or so and so beat me at something physically demanding. Girl or guy it doesn’t matter. I’m beat. I’m outmatched.

And those same loses keep me on my toes and reignite my motivation to increase my own fitness. Purely for inner drive and the feeling of being capable. I couldn’t imagine being Michael Jordan or being the elite of the elitist. The pressure must feel like a KFC double-down sandwich beating its way through an unsuspecting stomach. Just ruthless!

So do yourself, and me, a favor and figure out how you’ve become who you’ve become and how that has portioned your fitness endeavors to date. And how it will impact the goals you’ve left to make.

Live the Dream Superhero!

Rob Belley

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