The Gift of Fitness
One of my favorite things to listen to is the sound of my father’s voice. I have listened to it so long, so intently, over the years that we are as alike in the cadence of our speech as in physical appearance.
I have gained more from his words than the rhythm of language. I’ve gained knowledge as well, much of it neatly encapsulated in remembered turns of phrase that I imagine he doesn’t recall having spoken all those years ago.
“Money is choices” is one quote that stuck with me. Simple. Obvious, once you notice it. Ringing with the force of truth. And, I have come to realize, quite as applicable to fitness as it is to finance.
I once read that fitness is the difference between the most you can do and the least you can do. I like to keep that difference big. Huge. Broad enough to swing me from deep sleep to the oars of a raft sweeping into Crystal Rapid on the Colorado, to the back of a horse forty miles into a mountain race, to the summit of Pike’s Peak with bare arms outstretched above the snow.
Fitness, like money, is bought with work. Time. Commitment. Effort. Often we enjoy it, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes, it is just plain hard. The barbell is heavy, the hill is steep, the road is long.
But look what we get in exchange! The embrace of life, my friends. Choices, and the strength to pursue them all.