Last weekend I went to
the movies. I saw Creed II. It was very much
fun.
I have to stop for a
moment here and say that I do not like boxing, despite the fact that my son
does it for fun. I think that the world,
in general, would be better if none of us spent time figuring out how best to
hit other people. I’ve done boxing
workouts with my kid before and they are awesome for testing the limits of the
body, so I like a lot about them, except for the aforementioned hitting people,
which I did not even have the opportunity to do because I was a first timer.
The movie, of course, was
not really about boxing. Boxing is a metaphor
for life. It is how we learn to deal
with obstacles, train for them, dig deep, lose, and then, maybe, win, but not
how we expected and not what we expected.
(I am not spoiling the plot of the film.
It is a Rocky movie. We all know
how it ends.)
I loved watching the
actors do the workout montages. Battle
rope burpees! Giant tires! Weights suspended from leather straps around
heads! Underwater dumbbells! The thing is, that is workout porn. Real workouts are not and should not be like
that.
I don’t believe in
puking.
Most of us are not
professional athletes. We do not need to
do all those things to be at our best.
If we get to the point where those things are the next step for us, then
we should by all means do them. Otherwise,
we work with what is appropriate for us.
It’s great to go look at
impressive muscles and crazy stunt workouts.
Enjoy away. Then come home and do
the real work. Which probably won’t
include battle rope burpees, but I won’t promise.
