Posted 08 February 2012 - 03:02 AM
This is a little story which is not really directed specifically at ShamanPunk, but rather, it encompasses very similar elements because...well, let's face it...the story doesn't really vary a whole lot from person to person. We have seen it before, and we will see it again.
So, Mike is laying back on his chair, sipping his strawberry smoothie, talking to Joe, the new guy at the gym. Joe is friendly, talkative, really enthusiastic, and overall, Mike gets a pretty good feeling from him, although he's seen more than one newbie come and go after those first few weeks of easy results. Joe...well, Joe is full of confidence.
"I really do like this place, Mike. It's clean, the people are nice, you can do your thing, you know."
"Yeah, It's nice. Most of us regulars here try to take care of it."
"Hey, I'm all about that. Did I show you my videos of me exercising?"
"Yeah. Not bad. It's always good to get out there, get moving. I'm just wondering, you know, now that you decided to come into the gym and all, what you wanted to get done."
"Get done? Oh, I am psyched! I want to really get into it, I want to, you know, level up, get stronger, maybe not like competition or anything, but I really do want to take it seriously. I don't want to be at the Pilates once-a-week level."
"Hey, that's always a good thing. So, what's your plan?"
"Well, I'm thinking that what I'm doing now is working for me. I got a good set of weights, I'm feeling the burn, you know, feels good."
"Okay, feeling good is definitely a bonus. But, ah, what's your...strategy, your system...how are you measuring your progress?"
"Progress...oh, well, by getting better..."
"Sure, but...you said you wanted to improve, right? Be a little above average? What I'm asking is how are you going to improve? How are you going to tell what to focus on, when to increase weights, that sort of thing."
"Oh! No problem. I kind of know where I am. Physically, I mean."
"I'm sorry?"
"See, I can tell if I am improving or not. I can sense how much energy I have left, or how much more effort I can make."
"Um...That is one way to do it."
"Thing is this: Working out is a personal thing, you know? You can't really measure it, you can't compare it to others. It is really about personal growth."
"Actually, we have some pretty reliable charts..."
"I'm not saying that your ways don't work, you know, I'm not knocking your beliefs. I'm not asking you to believe me either; but, you know, respect my opinion and all, no offense right?"
"Opinion is good, of course, but there are actually techniques and systems that do produce consistent results..."
"Yeah, again, the competition thing is really not my...thing. I'm not in it for the glory, I just want the personal growth."
"Nothing wrong with that, it's just that, well, you don't really seem to have any plans for improvement beyond "I'm going to lift weights.""
"Lifting weights is improvement."
"Sorry?"
"When you lift weights, your body gets stronger. As you get stronger, you improve."
"In essence, yeah, but it gets a bit more complex than that."
"It doesn't have to."
"It doesn't really get a choice. In order to improve, lifting weights is not enough, you have to actually challenge yourself."
"Have you ever tried it?"
"Pardon?"
"Have you tried lifting weights? Have you honestly put in the effort, and seen the improvement?"
Mike looked around, just to verify he was indeed still in the gym.
"See Mike, people tend to make things too complicated. When you strip things down to just the important parts, what you get is this: Lifting weights makes you stronger. When you get stronger, you improve. If you are willing to believe in that, and you are willing to get in there and actually lift those weights, that is the only way you will be able to confirm that it really works that way. You will never get stronger just talking about it, or worrying about proving that you are stronger to other people."
"Okay then. That's your philosophy?"
"Yep. Worked for me all my life."
"All right then, see you tomorrow." Mike tossed the empty cup into the trash, picked up his bag, and went home. He did see Joe the following day, and for a few weeks, Joe was indeed a regular at the gym, making friends with other new members, talking about the best ways to lift weights, generally being the nice guy that he was. After a few weeks, unfortunately, life, work, kids, and the visits began tapering to three times a week, once a week, and finally, he was not seen in the gym again. Mike and the regulars never went lonely; There was always another Joe walking through the doors.