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Unforgiven

Deserves got nothing to do with it.

Has to do with justice. An illusive thing. Hybrid of the unicorn and the snipe. Or is that just cynical. Point is, we deserve what we earn. We earn what we work at -- where we put our effort and time. If you spend a lot of time, oh, say, eating, then you most certainly do deserve those extra pounds.

An unsympathetic judgment? Reality is ever so unforgiving. Gravity doesn't call a timeout. You stumble, you fall -- or catch yourself; in neither case does gravity bend its rules.

We deserve what we earn, whether or not we get it. Wanting fitness, or an attractiveness of figure or physique -- well, that's just an emotion, the wanting. Do you deserve what you want? Only if you've earned it. We exclude of course such basic human rights as air and justice. We deserve justice, although we may not want it. Depends what our conduct has been, eh?

So when advertisers tickle our ears by suggesting we deserve every wonderful thing, yeah, there's the part of us that says, "Yep, that's right -- I deserve it! Cuz I'm so great! Yeeeah!" Then there's the rational part of the brain, that remembers cause and effect.

You rewarded yourself with that half-gallon in one sitting of rocky road ice cream because you earned it by having a hard day at work, or by having your paramour disrespect you so that you required some other comforting. That was the intent of eating all that ice cream. And you were comforted. But those 2700 calories amount to almost one sexy pound of body fat. You earned that too, by eating the ice cream -- and hoping that your body uses it to give you Angelina Jolie lips may not be a desire thoroughly grounded in reality.

We deserve what we earn. Physics is not forgiving. Entropy is the presiding law of the universe. Miracles come from outside of the universe, and, like forgiveness, have to do with grace, with unmerited favor. We hope for it, but we don't deserve it. Hardly ever.

A dark message? But no! -- a message of hope. Because when we apply intelligence to any mechanistic system, entropy is reversed. Order increases rather than declines. Beauty is generated. We grow fit. We become, in a very real way, younger. Why, it's almost miraculous! Strange, how going through some ritual can change reality. Working out, then -- that most mundane of processes -- is where magic comes from.

You deserve what you earn. You earn what you work for. They call it "working" out for a reason. Of course we all know this. But if that's the case, why do the advertisers try to tell us otherwise? You deserve a break today? Maybe. How would they know? Indeed, they know as well as we do, that people only deserve what they earn. And if they know it, why are they lying? -- and if they're not lying, how did they get so crazy? Bewildering.

How to earn what you want? In this context, effective exercise, and responsible diet. It's not about tickling your ears, unless its from beads of sweat running down the side of your head.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Some Mockery, Then Some Information

People are saying that they're feeling differently about you. Ever since they saw you naked that one time, they're saying they've lost all respect for you. They say they can't understand how anyone could let happen to them what you've let happen to you. It's astonishing. Clothes sure do make the man. Clothes, and buckets and buckets of pork rinds. It's like pudding poured into a canvass sack. There is a sort of shape. But are there any bones in there? Or is it all, uh, stuffing. That's what they're saying.

Food is about health. Exercise is about fitness. You can have fit people, elite athletes, who get by on genetics and training. Are they healthy? If health is the absence of sickness, then yes they are. But health is a reservoir of potentials. It's not just what's on the surface. The question is, are you able to fight off sickness, and not just avoid it somehow. Can you confront it, and beat it before it gets a hold. And all those diseases awaiting some person down the line -- are they dormant or incipient or festering now? If so, that's not health.

Same with healthy people, with their great diets. It's not the same as fitness. Diet makes fitness easier, but fitness is about performance, and that has to be practiced. Training. By these standards, though, it is clear that the starting point is health, and fitness follows. Diet, followed by training.

Here's the upshot, about why carbs are bad. All calories can be made into fat. Free fatty acids. That's just a form of usable energy in your blood. These fats are stored in cells as FAT -- blubber fat -- by being bound together as triglycerides. The glue that turns the good free fatty acids into the bad blubber is glycerol. Your body gets glycerol by burning carbs -- glucose. So the more carbs you burn, the more glue there is to bind fats. Glycerol is the limiting factor.

Isn't that interesting? It's exactly the same idea as with omega 3. You can't make anti-inflammatory hormones unless you have omega 3. The more you have, the more you can make, and that's a good thing. The more glycerol you have, the more blubber you can make, and that's a bad thing. The wrong lesson to draw from this is that you shouldn't eat carbs. Plants are carbs. Eat plants. Don't eat glue factories. Grains. Some bread? Sure, once in a while. All the time, at every meal? What, is there a famine? Wheat is great if you're starting a neolithic civilization. But too few calories is not the problem, in 21st century America.

The observation has been made that Canadians don't seem nearly as fat as Americans. Well, the Canadian government didn't start to sponsor a poisonous -- low fat -- diet, beginning in the 80s. Exactly the time when obesity started its meteoric rise. Although meteors don't rise. Sure, low fat generally means fewer calories. But it also means low ESSENTIAL fats. You can turns carbs into fat, but never into essential fats. So it's a malnutrition diet. Brilliant. Thanks for that. Instead of getting the essentials, we got hydrogenated- and transfats.

Where's a coup when you need one? Start with yourself. Sensible diet, sensible exercise.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

A Product Review

I made the mistake of going to the so-called "Infinite Dinosaurs Total Fitness Personal Training Boutique" for about three times. Total ripoff. Unbelievably bad. First of all, it's in a storage shed behind The Liquor Barn, and the place stinks of bum urine and there are broken syringes all over the sidewalk. There's like one 40 watt bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the space, that keeps getting broken when you do the idiotic "exercises."

Bob Dude -- I think that's his real name -- runs the place and is a total amateur conman, and he charges $175 per session. It's like he makes it up on the spot, when he runs the so-called "workout". One time he had me flapping my arms like a chicken for 45 minutes. He called it the "mega-delt-lat-blaster" or some garbage like that. Said it would give me shoulders like a "bunt cake" whatever that is. And he's always hitting on the chicks in this really cheesy old-guy way. He says "Hey, qt, how's it playin" and then he says, "that's 'q' and 't', as in 'quite tasty'." And then he giggles through his nose. Just embarrassing.

He's always pushing his garbagy products, and I saw his storeroom full of unsold junk from like the 80s. Now it's his InfidiNopro thing. It's a bunch of photocopied pages stapled together. Want to know what "Tonal Tonics" is? It's you, with your nose pressed to the bathroom mirror, screaming at the top of your lungs for 15 minutes nonstop. The noise is supposed to reflect back and "tone" not just your face muscle -- he calls it an "instant mega minifacelift" -- but it does your abs too, he says. Doofus. His "MacroFascial Flexic Blast" is about 3 feet of 7 inch by 5/8 rubberbands hooked together like you did when you were in 4th grade. I kid you not. It is literally garbage. You wrap it around your head and make faces. The doofus doesn't even know what fascia means.

Instead of Infinite Dino-sucks I recommend, FitWorks, which is CrossFit Burbank. Focus is on sensible exercise, sensible diet -- not a lot of big-sounding promises -- do the work and get the benefits. Not a lot of wasted motion. Necessary motion. No chicken-wing flapping. Sheesh. FitWorks is about being competent. Functionality, not poser appearance. And you won't end up with scabies from touching that Infamous Dino-sores scandalous floor. Bob Dude doesn't even own a mop.


A Reviewer


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COMMENTS:


3:51 AM
Anonymous said...
Do not believe this review! It is totally bogus! I have been a patron of this highly elite INFINITE DINOSAURS™ TOTAL FITNESS PERSONAL TRAINING BOUTIQUE! for many years, and it is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME! Bob Dude is an AMAZING trainer, the best ever, and his abs are totally OFF THE HOOK! The chicks all really dig him, and his products sell at an amazing rate, and he owns lots of mops.


3:54 AM
Blogger Bob Dude said...
And furthermore, I know this dude who wrote that review, and HE'S the one who's a doofus. So I kicked him out and now he's all mad like a P-Factor™ baby.


3:54 AM
Blogger Bob Dude said...
And also, this poser reviewer has violated trademark law by not including the trademark symbol when he mentioned Bob Dudes proprietorial products and ideas. All rights commercial and/or otherwise of INFINITE DINOSAURS!™ and/or any of its concepts and/or products, including but not limited to Tonal Tonics™ and MacroFascial Flexic Blast™, are hereby asserted and affirmed by their respective legal owner(s). Violators will be prosecuted.


4:01 AM
Anonymous said...
Oh, and never mind that the heading in those other two comments was of Bob Dude. It's just a glitch or something in the internet. It's very common, as a search of the relevant websites on the net will prove. I'm a disinterested and VERY totally satisfied customer. Honest.

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Well. That was weird. Ever get the feeling that not everything is as it should be, in the fitness world? So many promises. So much hype. So many, so very many posers. How sad.

Just be excellent, is all. You get that way by doing constantly varied functional movements at high intensity with consistency. Easy. Don't do useless things. Work hard.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Getting Serious

Being sedentary is certainly not the same as sloth. Working at the computer is work, and productive. Not a deadly sin at all. A virtue, even. Not sloth -- sedentary. But the body doesn’t know the difference. Bodies don’t get it, about morality and wickedness. They just feel and react, like animals. The thing that distinguishes our bodies from those of animals is our magnificent brains, what with their intellects and wills and, uh, other good human stuff. Ambition. The ambition to excel.

We say it a lot, because simple truths resonate the loudest: As easy as it was to get out of shape, that’s how hard it is to get back into shape. On the other hand, getting back into shape is like forgiveness. It’s like redemption. It’s almost religious. Hallelujah. The cliché is, the more you put in, the more you get out. True, but that’s a sort of euphemistic way of saying it. The harsher, more accurate way to say it is that it takes intensity. That’s harsh because intensity really means suffering. Breathing a little hard is not intense at all. Gasping like you’re terrified is intense.

That’s the bad news. The good news is that most folks don’t aspire to be world class, elite athletes, so they don’t need to suffer quite that much. Their intensity level can be much lower, and they can still attain very respectable goals. The other bad news though is that their intensity must be much, much, very much more than just breathing a little hard.

It really isn’t about the effort. It’s not about desire or will power. It’s about your body’s hormonal response, the signals to and from your brain that tell the body to store or burn fat, or build muscle, or the like. Wanting such messages to be sent isn’t enough. Sending a clear signal is what it’s about. We send those messages by stressing the body. The bigger the stress -- not, mind you, distress -- the clearer the signal, and the more beneficial the response. In this case, intensity equals effectiveness.

Effectiveness matters, because most people are not genetically gifted. The dudes you see on the muscleman mag covers, they didn’t get that way because they had effective workouts. Barring steroids, they’d look like that by doing pretty much any workout. They have bodies that respond to motion, whereas most of us have to do actual exercise -- the effective kind, that we’ve talked about before.

So, depending on your genes to keep you healthy and looking good is a bad plan. It’s like depending on luck. It’s not a plan at all. It’s depending on your body, your animal body, rather than your magnificent human brain. Your body is what got you out of shape. Your brain will get you back into shape -- by disciplining the beast, the way a lion tamer works his craft. Crack the whip.

If people could do it on their own, there would be no fitness specialists. On the other hand, if people could set their own broken bones or treat their diabetes, there would be no doctors. Point is, we need help. Help with what’s effective, rather than what’s a waste of effort, and help with motivation -- it’s all so emotional, after all. It’s on you, you know, your health and appearance and the way you feel. But feel free to ask for help.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Bob's Photo Album

Bob is a bodybuilder. Bob Dude. He is totally jazzed about his phenomenal training!!! He's emailed FW a number of photos he'd like to post, enthusing people about his life!!!!!!!

Here's the house Bob says he grew up in, on the road up to the Hollywood reservoir. Bob says he still lives there.

He says it has a lot of stairs.


This is Bob's old "psycho" girl friend Gwen. Bob says he is "so totally over her." Bob says that some wisenheimers say Gwen is a man, but Bob thinks that's just ignorant. He thinks they are ignorant of basic anatomy.

Bob says Gwen totally cut up his comic book collection with pinking shears.


This is Bob's dog Yoda, that cost $1700.

That's Gwen holding him. "Before she got totally fat," Bob adds. Bob says she claimed it was a glandular problem. "Yeah," says Bob, "if a spoon is a gland." He asks, "Where can you hide ice cream?"


Here's Ursula, Bob's latest girlfriend. Bob made an inappropriate comment about her, which shall not be repeated.
Then Bob got a little abusive and insulting toward other men, and calls them "epicene little babbits." Bob may have a hormonal imbalance that affects his judgment and civility.


Bob says this is his workout buddy, who is "something big in the entertainment industry." Bob declines to drop any names, but says "you have definitely heard of him." The italics are his.



Bob maintains that this is the product of "hard work and perseverance," and that "you too can look this good, if you really want it."  The emphases are again his.



Here's Bob, he says. He says he's a bit unsatisfied with his left latissimus dorsi, which he says seems a little puny compared to the right, but he thinks it may be the lighting. He says it feels symmetrical, what he can reach of it.
Bob thinks people stare at him, and is often heard to say, "Hey, I'm up here. A little privacy?"


Bob has many photos of himself and his life. If you would like to see more, he says, on his private subscription website, he wants you to email him and he will send you an application form. He says you will not be sorry.

So that's Bob and what he thought he'd like to share of his life in pictures. Who are we to judge? If his aesthetics and common sense are a tad different than our own, at least he seems to be doing no harm.

Most people have different goals than Bob's. Most folks want to increase their level of fitness, so that they feel and function at a level better than they have ever known. We think those are excellent goals. Most people, deep down, admit that appearance is important, but health is even more important. We agree. It's a package deal, where fitness, health and appearance are highly correlated.  Sensible and beneficial goals, well, how sensible.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Strength through Joy

This is the original sketch for the KdF-Wagen -- Kraft durch Freude. The Strength through Joy Car.


You've heard of the artist. Of course you have. A certain A. Hitler? Who was, by the way, a vegetarian.


Turn that frown upside down, mister.

He was taking a leisurely luncheon on a balmy München afternoon in the giddy summer of '32, when it came to him as an inspiration. Later he slipped the sketch to Jakob Werlin, head of Daimler-Benz: "Take it with you and speak with people who understand more about it than I do. But don't forget it. I want to hear from you soon, about the technical details." It's refreshing to find a leader who doesn't think he knows it all, and who knows how to delegate ... that was Carter's problem.

And the rest is, as they say, history.



 
Buy the dream.















Isn't it funny where things come from?

Yep. Strength is good. When it's sane. Balanced, with endurance, and speed, and flexibility -- and benevolence, sanity, and not being evil. We must be speaking of another sort of strength. Yes, we are. The healthy kind. That can be earned through a diligent character, using self-discipline and intelligence.

That's what meaningful exercise is about. Keeping a focus, using safe and effective techniques, to gain admirable goals of self-improvement.

FitWorks. We do that. Focus, effectiveness. Your excellence is our excellence. We're good for each other.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Bob's Abs

If we could read minds, what, what indeed might we discover? We have those fantasies, as adolescents -- what if I could be invisible?! You'd be cold most of the time, is the answer. As for mind-reading, it would undoubtedly be a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

Let's test it, with someone you might have met ... seems like a regular guy, pretty fit, into exercise. Call him, say, Bob, and let's listen in on one of those imaginary conversations, monologues he's having with himself, maybe in front of that mirror in the gym -- imaginary monologues the way someone might have, that don't have to make sense -- they are, after all, imaginary.

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What Bob Thinks

Man. Sort of tired. Worked out every day last week, sometimes twice, really blasting the abs. Man oh man are the chicks gonna dig me. Zowie! Even my flaws are beautiful. In the miraculous mosaic that is Bob, any minor distortions serve as subtle accents of my overall beauty.

Speaking of which -- my beauty, which I really don't dwell on anywhere near often enough -- I was considering my fabulous abs? It's really getting out of hand. Off the hook. How is it possible? Even as hard as I work at it, it seems impossible. I've got muscles that nobody even knows the name of.

Gorgeous.

Just stunning.

Really.

Mmmmm.

I've got that third cut, below the navel. Maybe it's the fourth, if you count the one above, on the ribs. And there are weird little muscles off to the side -- between the obliques, of which I have an absolutely hypnotic array. It's like I'm the human epitome of some Art Deco Adonis, all striations and angled plains. Breath-taking.

And then on my belly, below the abs, there are these other muscles. What do they even hook up to? What do they do? I don't know. Nobody does. Physiologists haven't even named them. I am unique. I'm like a masterpiece -- some sort of divine device crafted by God to show humanity what it might have been. Crafted from granite and bronze. I must be what Adam looked like.

Nietzsche said -- I memorized it, cuz it's about abs -- "The belly is the reason man does not mistake himself for a god." Well? Where does that leave me?

Sometimes as I'm walking I'll put my palm flat across my abs just to feel the rolling -- sinuous beneath my hand like rows of estivating snakes. Sometimes I'll rub my fingers over the cords lying beneath the leather of my belly, like a master guitarist strumming out a passionate gypsy tune that wails as longingly as a lost soul and stirs you with a yearning to live forever.

Sometimes my hands grow heavy and stiff, and drag on the ground behind me, bending my back curved as old mountains. Sometimes I stare through a haze of pain out of a face like a stone mask. Sometimes darkness leaks from my lungs and puddles at my feet and rises like surf into a sinking vessel, and words cannot contain the cold I would feel, if I could feel. Sometimes I fall into the hollowness that displaces my organs and the receding cavern of my skull expands away in every direction so fast that even vacuum hasn't time to fill it.

Sometimes God is so far away he can hardly see me, and I can't see him at all.

I know there are miracles. I know that somewhere in the boundless universe there is a flawless mosaic of unspeakable beauty. I know that somewhere there is a balm that will soothe every ache, and a hand that will wipe away every tear, and that the wretchedness that suffuses some man's heart need not last forever. Somewhere weariness will end in fulfillment, and darkness will represent a time of peace and satisfaction. Someday I will settle into ease and happiness, the way a mountain slides into the sea.

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Goodness. That took a turn. Bob turned out to be something of an existential poet. Surprising. And it seems there's more to fitness than appearance. Fitness isn't just a physical thing. The only reason there are mirrors in the world is so we might see ourselves as others see us. Other people matter, always, to everyone. The point? Well, let's be kind, and patient, and let's have empathy and sensitivity. We never know what hell hides behind a bland expression or a pleasant smile, or a somewhat unrealistic ego.

What does this have to do with fitness, with exercise? Balance. Bob's abs didn't bring him the fulfillment he had hoped. Do they matter? Uh, well, yeah, we'd have to suppose so. Without them, he'd be even more wretched.

Fitness is about sensible diet and sensible exercise. It's not about preaching, but we do have to find a balance. To strive to reach our genetic potential is laudable, but we understand that life, to be fulfilling, must be well-rounded. So the physical stuff matters. Call it one among equals. As for Bob, and the silent and unseen desolation of his soul, we trust that he can find peace, and that he will find comfort. What he really wants is for someone to love him, regardless of his abs.

But if you'd like abs just like Bob's, well, zowie! Give us a call!!! Cuz we do abs!!! Zowie!!!!!! FitWorks!!!!

:-)

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Blink

Monsieur le Docteur Joseph-Ignace Guillotin did not invent that instrument which bears his name. Such devices had been in use in Europe for two centuries. But the times being what they were, in the heady days of the French Revolution, some such mechanized expedient was called for. Or perhaps the contraption's excellence cried out for use -- a better mousetrap and all that.

There would be much to recommend such a device. Avoid a reprise of the Mary, Queen of Scots debacle, whose neck took three great whacks and still she didn't lose her head -- the discomfited headsman had to saw through the last bits of integument with his hip knife before the job was quite done. How embarrassing for him. During the interim between the first and the second chops, the poor former queen loosed such a wrenching and protracted groan that the crowd, usually intoxicated in such festive circumstances with blood lust, gaped in horrified silence. So, then -- live and learn, eh?

But what about these heads? Does consciousness survive for some brief moments within the disembodied -- or would it be disbodied -- head? Anecdotal evidence abounds. The heads of two rival French functionaries of the National Assembly were placed into a sack -- when later removed, one had bitten into the cheek of the other so deeply it could not be pried off. The executioner of Charlotte Corday -- who murdered Jean-Paul Marat -- held up her severed head and slapped its cheek; witnesses claimed the face blushed and looked indignant. A soldier who witnessed the decapitation of a friend in a 1989 auto accident relates how the head opened and closed its mouth several times, taking on an expression of shock or confusion, then of terror or grief; its eyes moved from the soldier, to its separated body, then back to the soldier -- direct eye contact, then hazy, then absent and dead.

Which brings to mind the report of Dr. Beaurieux, who, staid man of science that he was, resolved one early summer morning in 1905 to settle once and for all the question of whether a severed head retains for any appreciable time some measure of consciousness, and if so, for how long.

Observe, then, condemned murderer Henri Languille, who mounts with notable sangfroid the scaffold to kneel beneath the blade. Next, consider his severed head, which fortuitously lands stump-down on the neck, thus perfectly oriented for observation. The doctor notes the eyelids working in irregular contractions for five seconds or so, then they are still and half-closed, the face relaxed. The doctor calls out sharply, "Languille!" The eyelids lift slowly and smoothly, as an awakening, and the eyes focus very definitely upon the doctor's -- clearly, undeniably living. A pause of several seconds, and then the eyes close again. One might almost hear a sigh. Again the doctor cries out, "Languille!" -- and again, smoothly, slowly, the eyelids lift and the eyes fix on the doctor's, with perhaps even more intelligence than the first time. Then a drooping of lids, a fading, a third calling of the name, Languille! but there is no response, and the glint of intelligence is glazed, empty, gone. Thirty seconds have passed.

The issue is murky, though. No fewer than three physicians attended the 1879 beheading of one Theotime Prunier, amenable to their end if not his own. The triumverate of medicos immediately snatched up the head and shouted in the face, stuck it with pins, placed ammonia under the nose and candle flames in the eyeballs. No response but a look of astonishment on Prunier's visage, which need have no special significance -- slack jaw and gawking eyes would be expected.

All of it need mean nothing. Two severed heads in a bag need not have been snarling and snapping at each other; one might have been placed sometime after the other, but immediately after its own severing -- and the bite a mere spasmodic reflex. A severed head's cheek might well blush, because blushing is certainly dependent upon capillary blood, but not necessarily upon vascular bloodflow: slaps cause redness. Expressions of shock or of horror are instinctive and universal to the human condition -- perhaps they have no more meaning than the galvanic twitching of frog legs. Eyes widen at a loud sound -- as it happens in this case, the loud calling of a name. Yes. It may all be true, and at the same time meaningless.

The very idea is absurd, that a severed head should be alive. It takes eight seconds to choke a man into unconsciousness -- as any practitioner of the more subtle martial arts will know. A severed head can have no blood pressure whatsoever, so one might think that unconsciousness, if not death, must be instantaneous.

But upon deeper reflection, the oxygen that is present, remains present -- it doesn't just remove itself along with the body. Capillaries do not drain themselves in a great Niagara of gore. So we might expect something like eight seconds of consciousness. Further, what effect does having one's entire body mass instantly reduced to some 10 pounds have on the metabolic rate of oxygen usage? Perhaps when the brain doesn't have to think about running the body, it uses less oxygen. And it may be that the concept of consciousness and unconsciousness -- lucidity and dreaming -- takes on an almost incomprehensible meaning, upon the shocking loss of one's bodily appendage. We know the spirit lingers -- heart stoppage isn't death, anymore.

Ah well. It's all speculation. That is, the speculation is speculation. The observations are what they are: phenomena translated into neural impulses within the brain, to manifest eventually as expressions of opinion.

So? Is there a point to such discursive considerations, showing up here in this particular forum dedicated as it is to health and fitness? There is a social relevance of course, relating to current events and various civilizations past and present that did or do practice beheading as a form of cultural expression. There are ethical considerations regarding the nature of life -- its legal definition as it applies to important issues of the day. It could be taken as a metaphor for loss and mourning. We could try to blame God or the universe or randomness for it all. It could just be a sort of chatting, a kind of sharing of the odd things that collect in our respective brains. Because we do have voices. We can communicate with each other, in complex ways, with more than just blinking. So that we can know for sure that we're alive.

And while all of that can no doubt be made to be the truth, the truth here is that the body is a complex and astounding thing -- a machine that is intelligent or a vessel by which spirit may act. Who knows. We know it is astounding, though. It may be that we actually can live for a very brief time, physically yet without an actual, technical body. How very odd.

We can only surmise the truth. But while we may concern ourselves with oddities and theories, the one incontestable fact, pace Descartes, is that we are, therefore we think. We know that we are because we take up space in time. You know, with a body. So. There's more to life than bodies. But bodies are, uh, how shall we say ... important? Let us not be afraid of obvious truths.

So, one last, obvious and repeatable truth. We stay healthy, as much as is in our control, by sensible exercise and sensible diet. Training, for health and appearance and something deeper ... zest? -- joy? Whatever it is that comes when you turn back the clock, repulse the tides of decay that would otherwise sweep you away. 

Because reclaimed health is a sort of redemption, and that's good for the spirit. That's not a promise. You knew it already. And with or without help, you know perfectly well that it's something that must be done. Otherwise, well, you're just a snapping head associated somehow with a bag. And that's no way to live.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Time's Arrow

It is not possible to reach back through the years and take hold of the child we once were, distraught over a skinned knee or a broken toy or an absent loved one. We cannot project the wisdom that the ensuing years have taught, to help those little ones  find a solid place to stand, in the uncertain or empty world they sometimes perceived around them. There is no reaching back. The arrow of time points forward.

There is a sort of time travel we can do, though. We can't rewrite the past, but we write the future, and we do so with mutterings and glances and nudges, subtle things that we don't even notice, mere puffings, but great winds to the children of the next generation, with which we send them this way or that, like toy ships in a pond. So it is. They unmoor themselves and drift away, and it is on us to stand in a firm place with a rope, to draw them back if they will have it.

For ponds overflow their banks and join the sea, and someone must be vigilant or the wild winds may rise and tear the still waters into chaos. The oceans are thick with the bodies of those who have been swept away by some wayward wave -- lost, unnoticed until too late, and no circling as an afterthought will wrest tragedy back from the implacable black waters. That's why it's so important to be observant. It reminds us of the importance of compassion.

Well? It's that way with all of us, if we look deep enough. Inside these adult bodies are babies and children and adolescents. They don't leave us, they just step into the shadows. With teenagers, we show them our love by respecting their loneliness, and listening to them when they've had enough of it. There has to be someone there, to listen. The night needs to have somewhere in it a sheltered dry place with a bright warm fire, where sad and funny stories affirm the bond between past and future, and where silence falls because everything that should be said, has been. And with the smaller ones, the calm presence of adults is what the world is, when it's a good world. And with ourselves, we must have equal measures of the stern and the merry.

All this is a metaphor of course. It's fine to be kind to others. It's not fine to be selfish within ourselves. But we too must be nurtured, both by the alchemical presence of others, and by ourselves, to ourselves. Just as we hear the nastiness in the phony excuse, "But I'm even harder on myself" -- we must be wise enough to be gentle with others and with ourselves as well. It's a fine balance, between responsibility and self-indulgence. But that's what wisdom is -- like justice, it's a fine balance.

We have to take care of ourselves, and that doesn't mean being a slave to appetite. Sensible exercise, sensible diet. If we neglect these most basic of hygienes, shall we be surprised that something festers? Aches and obesity and exhaustion are not the natural state of a properly functioning body. Decay should occur only after one's demise.

The good news is that, while Time's Arrow flies only in one direction, we ourselves are boomerangs. We can change our course. Change your habits and you change your destiny. No, it's not utterly simple, but it's simple.

We are indeed time travelers. We are God's archers. We are castaways who put poems in bottles with the assurance that the one for whom they were meant will find them. Right now, that must be you. We walk our separate beaches, washed ashore, or pulled in by a long rope as the case may be, and we are divided by time and some unknown distance, but we share the same sun, the same tides, and the same desire for fellowship, however indirect. This is how we know that we are all children. The sand between our toes reminds us of it. And we are time travelers.

Let us then take pleasure from each other. Let us comfort each other. Let's play and laugh and be foolish until we are giddy with sunlight and birdsong, and the water and the trees are both so full of light that we can't tell one from the other. Then we'll come home, and fall asleep sprawled on blankets on the floor, and if we dream, we will laugh in our sleep.

You see? Reality is both what it is, and what we think it is. And mostly what we think is thought through the filter of our emotions. What we do is a choice. What we feel is a choice as well, because it depends so much on what we do. Power? We are the lords of that vast universe within our minds. It may be fantasy. We make it real, insofar as it can be, by our actions.

How fine a thing, to change your lifestyle in the most direct ways possible. Changing the very composition of your flesh, from fat to muscle, by how you exercise and what you eat, and after that, by how you feel. No one else can do it for you. We come alongside, and offer whatever help you can use. But you do it. We just help. It's not about big promises. It's about little ones that are kept.

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Looking Like Something Else

It's great to be what you are. Simplicity. How refreshing. Take cats, for instance, just looking like cats.




These cats, of course, it seems, while looking like cats, also look like ... well, they look like Hitler.


















It's great when a thing is what it is. It's also great when a thing looks like some other thing. Some of these cats look like Groucho. But that's good too.

This last cat is more of a Fatler than a Hitler, har. It would probably love to be Fitler. But they just feed it too much. Cats can't choose. We can. We feed ourselves.

Maybe you have a few extra pounds? -- or just not enough strength?  The way to look like something else is through sensible diet and sensible exercise. That's what competence is about. Changing appearance happens by changing behavior, so that we can do more, faster, better.

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Hunger

We see them in the supermarket line, with their basket absolutely full of cakes and muffins and soda pop and fatty meats. Those really obese people. Really really obese. An extra person-worth of weight. Some of us may feel pity; some may be judgmental; some may hardly have an opinion at all, except to make the observation and know something isn't right.

There's a cable show called Big Medicine. About very very fat people and their struggle. And it is a struggle. Obviously. Why? What is it about these poor folks that makes them force-feed themselves into obesity? Guilt, shame, self-loathing -- just abstract words and pop psychology. Everyone knows something about it, because everyone has issues. Most issues don’t show up so obviously though. But only a little self-examination makes every insight into this problem a cliché. People get fat because they eat more calories than they burn. People get very fat because of something emotional.

What can be done about emotions? That's a whole different topic. But it's generally best to deal with reality. Change the behavior. Change the conditions. New practice, new result. That's how things will be different. Just as form follows function, emotions follow behavior. Try it and see.

The morbidly obese are just as bright as any of us. It's unlikely that we'll have a whole lot of new insights for them. They will have given their circumstances much more thought than most of us. But health is what competence is all about, and a huge component of health is diet. Perhaps the biggest part. So let’s look at the matter.

The big excuse to eat is hunger. It’s not really hunger, but it’s called that. A briefly-empty stomach. Real hunger of course is a craving not for calories but for nutrients, and for available energy. Like real thirst isn’t about coffee. But it’s all so emotional, and that means that hunger is job one. So let's just assume that identifying emotional hunger with real hunger is a useful theory, and see where it leads us.

There are three general issues: 1) calories, 2) satiation and 3) the glycemic index. No matter what the theory is about obesity, a basic perusal of the laws of thermodynamics will convince us that every weight problem comes down to calories -- an example of the conservation of mass/energy. Calories will either be used, or stored. What we know is that energy will not simply disappear. If you take in more calories than you use, the remainder will be stored as fat -- ignoring of course destructive instances such as diabetes or tumors. If you take in fewer calories than you use, you’ll burn stored fat. Pretty straightforward, for all that there are a few complications.

Of course, calories are used for more than just movement. Sometimes exercise is not the answer, because energy just evaporates as heat. That's what we call a fast metabolism. It's wasteful. Likewise, sometimes, due to an imbalanced insulin reaction, no amount of exercise will burn off the fat, because the adipose tissue is pathological, and will not release free fatty acids. Cut back on the industrial carbs -- the refined carbs, starches and sugars.   The secret behind the mystery is that it's not about calories, it's about insulin.  Industrial carbs spike insulin, which is the Keeper of the Keys.  But this is a topic for another time.

Upshot: how do we stop taking in excessive calories? Well, from a behavioral -- that is, from an effective -- perspective, we deal with hunger by 1) ignoring it, which is a bootstraps solution, or by 2) feeding it with intelligent alternatives to the unhealthful choices that have previously ruined our lives. So: fill up with foods that are actually good for us. Bulky, nutrient-dense and calorie-poor foods. For instance, vegetables. Broccoli and cauliflower and the like. Balanced out of course with sufficient energy, from good fats -- olive oil, say.

These things are sort of bland, so use spices. Not sauces -- spices, and garnishes, and flavor enhancers like garlic and ginger and pepper and herbs and so on. And yes, go ahead and splash in a bit of olive oil. Just remember that you're on a budget. The body is an economy, and you are not a Communist: there are rules and limits that conform to reality, rather than to some insane theory under which huge and malevolent empires have deluded themselves. The major thing to cut out is the factory carbs. Never eat white rice, white bread, or even bread in general. Not if you have a toxic insulinemia problem.

Part of this filling-up process is about satiation. Some foods are more satisfying than others. Raw fruits score very high on the satiation scale. So do boiled potatoes, and lean meats. So there may be a place for these, in some meals. Same with oils. Google "satiation scale" for more examples.

Then there’s the glycemic index. It’s just a way of calculating how quickly food gets digested and sugar enters the bloodstream -- whence it will be turned into fat, if it enters at a fast rate, or into energy if at a slow rate. Like an IV drip. Low GI is good. High GI, up to 100, is bad. There are books you can buy that list the numbers. Anything over 33, or 40, or 50, or whatever your compromise point is, as a special treat. Ask yourself, and answer honestly, if you must have potato chips to be happy, and how often. If you must have them ... then have them. On a budget. In moderation. Or ice cream or bagels or rice or meat or whatever it is that’s made you so fat. Because it was not nutritious food that did the damage. Look up glycemic load for an indication of actual serving sizes.

How about making some livable rules for yourself? How about planning out your meals? This time, serious. You know what your heroin is. Identify it, and replace it with something that’s not poisonous to you. But consider that a pound of cherries has about 200 calories -- and cherries have a glycemic value of 22 -- that is VERY GOOD!!! A pound of strawberries has fewer than 120 calories -- strawberries have a glycemic value of 32 -- which is also Very Good. Good things are good.

Point is, you could eat, say, big bowls of these delightfully tasty and wholesome foods, which have very few calories and a superb effect on energy, every few hours all day long, and still eat only half of a normal daily calorie intake.

Just get started. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about getting serious. It’s about having a system, a philosophy, a paradigm that is generally correct, or at least yields some positive-seeming results, even if it’s not perfectly right. There is virtue in trying to do right.

The alternative is giving up and dying early and in pain, if you don’t get a handle on your out-of-control behaviors. Does no one love you, that this would be okay? It's a harsh way to say it. Too real, perhaps. But sometimes honesty has to be blunt. Exercise alone does the job for only a lucky few.

No, all this isn't about you. Most likely not. But you know people, or see them. They crave health and beauty as we all do. We're the lucky ones, if we are. If you have a gut, or thighs, or a butt, it's not that huge a deal. Just sort of. But it's too much, maybe, to get rid of on your own. Well? Ask for help.

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Power Math

There's no doubt that a powerlifter has a lot of strength. He can lift a very heavy thing, when hardly anyone else can. Same thing with distance runners and endurance -- they can cover a lot of ground in less time than the average bus-rider ... if not the bus itself. So for the time and task allotted to them, they have a lot of power, which is work done over time.

And if life were like that, so predictable, where you just know the emergency that will occur will fit perfectly into the one thing you’ve trained for ... well, you’re good to go. Go rescue that puppy trapped under that Buick, or deliver the insulin to the stranded grandma in the hills 20 miles away after a gigantic electromagnetic pulse has taken out the world’s mechanical transportation devices, including, uh, all the bikes too. You’ll be a hero.

But that’s not how life is. It doesn’t ask one thing of you. It asks almost everything, in potential. Nature rewards the specialist by letting it live in undesirable places. Polar bears and alpine goats and cave bats and subterranean salamanders and camels in the wasteland caravansary. We, however, should be good at everything, capable of meeting what life throws at us. Competent over a broad spectrum. Suited to just about any task. Fit in the way that the fittest survive.

So being the strongest guy in the room is good. Being the strongest man in the world is a bit more than seems reasonable. Being able to help a buddy move his refrigerator down the stairs, and all those boxes of disco records he bought at a yardsale and never managed to sell on eBay -- without waking up the next morning feeling like you’ve been trampled by elephants -- this is a good thing, and a sign of robust fitness.

There are lots of good definitions of fitness. They all require being good at more than one thing. Generally, the idea centers around doing a lot of work in a little time. That’s the definition, the formula, for power. Power. P = f x d / t. Force times distance (that is, “work”) divided by time. Force here is the same as weight. So big power is doing a lot of work quickly, small power is doing perhaps that same work, slowly. The point?

The fitter you are, the more power you have -- you can do more, faster. We can and do rely on our natural vitality, and may fake our way through a task. This cannot last. A competent workout will prove it to the un- or improperly-trained, on day one. If you haven’t trained for actual fitness, you will hit the wall, harder than you thought you could. Happens all the time. High school and college athletes come thinking they’re elite. Perhaps they are, in their sport. It doesn’t transfer. They want to quit -- sit down, start crying, vomit, and quit.

It’s not that we demand more than is reasonable. It’s that what most folks think is good enough, is good enough only by a surprisingly low standard. The pork rind and soda pop standard that makes reality TV the gold standard of contemporary entertainment. So it's an eye-opener.

Real fitness is amazing. And by any reasonable standard, it’s not hard to get. Just work differently. A lot of gym time is likely to be a lot of wasted time. See? Intensity is about time, and intensity is required. It’s the faster part of “more, faster”.  It's the power part of work.

Ah well. Wouldn’t it be nice to be powerful. If only there were some way such a fantastic dream could come true. And all the benefits that come with such untold power -- the beauty, the health,the vast fortune, the desire engendered in the inward parts of the groovy chicks or happenin’ dudes.

We say it regularly: health is earned. You must, must, must do the work. There may be magic, but there’s no magic to getting fit. Exercise won’t whiten your teeth, but it will make you look and feel better.  The exercise benefit comes from intelligent intensity.  This is why FitWorks measures the workload and power that workouts generate. Because power and intensity are so closely related.  You'll hear a lot about that, intensity.

No, we do not strive for goals at any cost. “Trample the weak -- hurdle the dead! Grr.” Funny, as a slogan on a teeshirt, but in the real world, foolish and unethical. Goals, at a reasonable cost, in effort, and at a sufficient cost. It's not about hope, buying or selling -- not about enthusiasm, or anything relating to fantasy. It's about results. Emotions, then, are tools that we use to get to goals.  At the end of the day, it's about rationality.  Like math.

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Poto and Cabengo

Isn't it hard? Isn't it hard, being human? Having a past? Why can't we be recreated with every wakening? Renewed, reformed, regenerated. Resurrected. Why not? Because the past is gravity, that holds the universe together, and keeps us from flying away.

Consider, then, Poto and Cabengo. The world would have known them as Gracie and Ginny, if the world knew them at all. But it didn't, until it was, sadly, too late. Two little girls, identical twins, born in 1970, diagnosed early as retarded. Well, not actually diagnosed. The twins had suffered violent convulsions shortly after being born. A neurosurgeon told the father that it might be years before retardation could be ruled out. The father failed apparently to hear the nuances in this communication. "A man of his standing," he said, "knows what he's talking about." And so the girls, defective, were left to the ministrations of a severe Prussian grandmother who spoke no English. Largely ignored. They were not sent to school. They did not learn to speak English, neither German.

Idioglossia. A unique and private language, rarely but usually developed between twins. We would have to assume, twins who are severely neglected by adults. It is not "twin speech," fairly common with very young twins -- a hash of idioms and slurred common words. Idioglossia goes far beyond that; it is a kind of creole, a unique language, complete with grammar and syntax and neologisms.

The language of Poto and Cabengo was a mishmash of English and German, gleaned from the impersonal and other-directed speaking of highly neglectful parents, and the German grandmother. All of whom had given up on the retarded little girls. Who used prepositions as verbs, and had 30 different ways to say potato; "pintu" (pencil), "nieps" (knife), "ho-ahks" (orange), "toolaymeia" (spaghetti -- o sole mio). The girls were listening, you see. They spoke no English. They spoke only to each other. "Poto" (Grace), "Cabengo" (Virginia).

The fact that they were of at least average intelligence is neither here nor there. The early label determined their fate. Back in the late '70s, after the girls had been "discovered" and "treated," a speech pathologist observed, "It was obvious these kids hadn't had much exposure to anything. They wanted attention." No duh. They had never seen anyone climb a tree -- a picture of this rare phenomenon provoked bafflement. With attention, their IQs moved up 30 points, to 80. Still low. But it was still the 1970s.

After many months of intensive intervention, the girls were asked by a visitor if they still remembered their language. "Yes," one answered quickly. "No, you don't!" corrected the dad from the livingroom couch. "I don't know why you are lying about that! You live in a society, you've got to speak the language," he explained helpfully. "They don't want to be associated as dummies now."

The girls were born with normal intelligence. As of 2007, Cabengo worked on a supervised assembly line at a job training center; Poto cleaned tables and floors at a fast-food restaurant.

Yes. The past is gravity. It crushes us if we're over-burdened, and it keeps us from flying. We are not defined by our limits, however, for all that "define" shares its root with "finite". We are defined by what we make of ourselves, within our limits. Consider clay, rank and sodden, which becomes delicate porcelain. It exists within its limits. But its limits are vast.

So it is with you.  You can't be what you can't be.  But you can be what you can be.  You can be excellent. It's about achieving the excellence you're   willing to strive for.  Sensible exercise, sensible diet -- who would have thought that sensible, which demands effectiveness, could result in outright excellence.  Amazing.  The past is indeed gravity. But you can fly.

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Upper Body...

does two things. Pushes and pulls. It can pull down, pull in, or pull up; it can push down, push out, or push up. There's a necessary symmetry to it all: an arms-up push and pull; an arms-out push and pull; an arms-down push and pull.

In terms of exercise we have this: Arms up -- overhead press, and chinups. Arms out -- pushups, and rows. Arms down -- dips, and highpulls.

That's it. That's as complicated as it needs to be. Simpler? Of course. The arms-down and arms-out pushes -- dips and pushups (or benchpress) -- cover a lot of the same musculature. Do one or the other. Alternate. Whatever. Same with the arms-up and arms-out pulls -- chins and rows -- a fair bit of redundancy. The unique push is overhead, and the unique pull is from below. They're more shoulders than arms or chest or back, for purposes of this discussion. Traps and delts. Seems like that would make them more important, not less. But you never would see the dudes in the gym doing them in a meaningful way. It's all about the benchpress and the curls -- cuz pecs and guns is what it's about, dude. The chicks dig 'em.

The point is functionality. If you do a natural and full range of functional movements, you'll develop proportionally. If not, not. Aside from the asthetics of it all, there's the functionality. Bodybuilding and the gym mentality of muscle isolation has done more damage to actual athleticism than, than ... well, than television has. Television and twinkies. And heroin. And global warming. It's a fact. Because unequal development, disproportional development, leads to injury. So that manly chest grafted onto the front of that delicately feminine back -- its benefits are purely superficial and short-term. And it looks kind of freaky, to an informed eye. Michaelangelo would cringe.

Ah well. Here's an application workout of what we've talked about. As many sets as possible in 20 minutes of:

5 ringdips &  5 highpulls (95 lbs)
10 OH presses (95) &  10 chinups
15 pushups &  15 ring-rows

Ring-rows -- just a reverse pushup, lying on your back under the rings. How long will all that take? Twenty minutes, weren't you listening? The question is, how many sets in that time. Well that's a question the answer to which depends entirely on you.  Just bear in mind that it's not about upper body.  It's about body.  And mind and spirit.  But you have to start somewhere.

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How Muscles Work

One of life's real fascinations, the human body and its functioning. How we think, how we move, how we feel -- and why. Fascinating. Sometimes we  read textbooks just for the fun of it.  Is that strange?

Skeletal muscles, then. The ones we have control over. Some, we don't. Arteries, for example, are wrapped in muscle. Aside from caked on, um, sewage, that's how they tighten up, so we can enjoy high blood pressure. We control arteries only to the degree that we control our emotions. Hardly at all.

Let's get a little technical. There are those big clumps of muscle, say, your calf. Like a bundle of cable, wrapped up in a connective tissue called the epimysium, which fades, transitions, into tendon, the function of which is just to tie muscle to bone ... Achilles tendon. The epi-casing is filled with cords that are wrapped, caulked, in perimysium. And inside these cords are actual muscle-cells bundles, wrapped in endomysium. See? Epi is ON the muscle, peri is ABOUT the muscle, and endo is IN the muscle. Three kinds of connective tissue, on a descending scale: epi, peri and endo.


So that's one sort of organization. The big (epimysium-covered) muscle bundle holds some number of (endomysium-covered) cords, each called a fasciculus. Fasciniculating, isn't it. And the fasciculus is full of muscle fibers, the actual cells, that do the work. Cords have threads, fasciculi have fibers. At last, we're there.

Muscle fibers, cells, don't multiply. So it is generally thought.  We don't get more of them, when we do the Arnold thing. Instead, inside each fiber are some number of myofibrils. That's not hard to remember, is it? Fibers have myofibrils. Sometimes thousands. Depends. Did you exercise? Then you'll have more myofibriLs. This is where the change occurs. Myofibils are just long strings of proteins, which do the actual work, the contracting, moving, the heavy lifting.

This is where it gets really interesting. All this other stuff is just the alphabet. How do muscles actually move? Well, first, a muscle only contracts. It only pulls. That's its function. The biceps, arm muscle, pulls the wrist to the shoulder. You'd be stuck there forever, or just flop around, except that you have an opposing muscle on the back of the arm, an antagonist that pulls the wrist back, straightens out the arm. Triceps works in cooperative opposition to biceps. Easy. It's like that with all the skeletal muscles. There is no pushing. There's only pulling in a different direction.

But how does it happen, this pulling, this contracting? Observe.

Helpful?  Here's how it works (we think). The red part in the illustration, inside, represents filaments of myosin, a protein. Think of the little balloons as waving around like random seaweed. When a spark is sent from a nerve, across the synaptic gap into a muscle receptor, it causes the muscle cell to release calcium ions out of storage and into the cell fluid, sarcoplasm. Calcium acts as a key, which fits into a protein lock (troponin), which opens a protein door (tropomyosin) located all over the blue strands, outside in the illustration. The red is myosin, the blue is actin. My Act. So the doors are open on the actin: Action!

Those floating myosin balloons plug into the actin holes, and pull, right-side pulling left, left-side pulling right, toward the center. How do they pull? Electricity. You know, magnetism. Attraction and repulsion. Positive and negative poles. That's what ions are all about -- unbalanced electricity trying to get balanced. We're magnet operated, like something magical invented by Tesla.

Now it's a sort of bucket brigade tug-of-war, where two actin tubes slide along a myosin rod, toward the middle. The rods are free-floating, independent, contained as it were in the tubes. The tubes of actin however are hooked up end to end, all the way to the end of the cell, which is hooked up to the connective tissue, which is connected to the bone.

Once a myosin head, the balloon, has made its one wave, its pull, it unplugs from the actin, which has slid a tiny bit toward the center. Now that same head plugs into another receptor a tiny bit closer to the end. They do it out of sync, so it's not a one-two-three-heave sort of affair. Smooth.

There's more to it, of course. Like with sodium and its counterpart potassium. Together they generate an electrical impulse in a nerve cell that ends as the on-switch for muscle twitch. But all that's slightly outside our scope. It could go on forever.

Knowing this, we might ask -- in love as we are with excellence and superb physical performance -- how we can facilitate the process, at this ionic level. Can myofibrils learn? -- improve? Well, all they do is a sort of zipper slide. It must be about available energy, damage repair and maintenance. That's nutrition. The more calories you eat, the more free-radicals -- stray bullets -- are ricocheting around your DNA, doing damage. Like racing an engine in the red zone -- lots of pollution. So eat the minimum necessary. Then, providing nutrients -- that most minor of reasons to eat, way less important than tasty pleasure, or calories for energy. Or so it seems, for so many folks. All that calcium and potassium and, yes, even sodium -- you couldn't move without them. So have what is necessary.

That's diet. Exercise? Well, training makes you more fit. But how about at a cellular level? Can you train myofibrils? It seems that if you use a maximum contraction, have as many myosin heads engage as possible, plug all the actin receptors there are -- pull the zipper as far as it will go -- if you do that, there must be some training benefit. Some feedback mechanism that encourages and facilitates the process? Static holds of maximal weight send a terrifically powerful signal to the brain, but that's at the hormone end of the formula. Would using a maximal contraction have an analogous effect on the muscle fiber side of the equation? Tests of the theory suggest so.  Ah well.  We could go on.  It's all so fascinating.

So that's how muscles work. But of course the real reason they work is that you decide to exercise, rather than sitting around watching soap operas and gaining a pound of fat each year until you die. That's the pattern. How sad. But we're better than that, or will be. We can't control everything, but we can control what we do. Sometimes we need a little help.  With exercise, with diet, and with the really hard thing, motivation.  So?  Get help, if you need it.  Because natural selection isn't impressed with civilization, and excuses don't work with the coroner. 

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Omega-3

Personal and professional experience consistently demonstrate that doing very intense exercise for many months or years without taking sufficient or sensible recovery breaks will lead to some pretty serious chronic aching. Much more than mere muscular soreness. Much much more. When we do very demanding work for long periods, we must, must take time off, on a regular basis.

Doing any sort of regular training can make us sore. But unremitting intensity is more than normal. Running, or strength training -- it's normal, and will bring the occasional soreness, localized and a sign of progress. Doing years of grinding work though, of unrelieved stress and distress, is more than anyone's system can handle. Pain will become a constant presence. Perhaps the payoff seems worth it. It's not good in terms of health, but there may seem to be things more important than health.

What's the cause of this pain? The research is clear. It is a symptom of subclinical systemic inflammation. There are tests for it, C-reactive protein and other such markers. It's a serious thing. In most cases it is a function of an imbalanced diet. In some cases  it can be caused by an abuse of a person's capacity for exercise. And the stress builds up and up, with insufficient recovery time, until it breaks through the consciousness threshold and manifests as constant ache, if not actual degenerative disease.

Is there some way of damping these fires? -- caused by either poor dietary choices or too much physical strain? Other than pain killers? Pain killers, aspirin or Advil or other such (anti-inflammatory) NSAIDs are always a bad choice, in that they slow the healing process. Is there some other way of turning off the ache of the inflammation on-switch? It seems that there is.

The Standard American Diet is just poisonous. S.A.D. Lots of reasons, but in this instance because of the vegetable oils. Starting largely after WWII, animal fats were replaced by vegetable oils in cooking. Crisco. Mazola. Hydrogenated fats, whereby lipids that should be liquid are processed so that they are solid at room temperature. Pretty unnatural, but that's only a philosophical problem. The real problem is the Omega-6s. Corn, cotton, canola, soy, safflower and sunflower oils. The C's and the S's. Effectively inevitable in any food that comes in a box, and almost entirely Omega-6s. Big deal, right? We need Omega-6s. They are essential for healthful functioning.

Problem is, it's too much. We need some, not all. We need to get just enough. Because Omega-6 is the precursor to the inflammatory and coagulating hormones. We need them or we'd bleed out, or be unable to fight infections. There has to be an on-switch for inflammation, which has its place in a healthy immune system.

But there must be an off-switch too. Like muscles, hormones work in opposition to each other. And the precursors, the building blocks of the anti-inflammatory hormones, the off-switches, are the Omega-3s. That's the problem with the SAD. Estimates vary, but the consensus seems to be that the ratio between omega-6s and -3s is about 30 to one. That amounts to a 30 times greater inclination to start inflammation than to stop it. So after a while, any slight stress results in a virtually hysterical inflammatory response. Wild fire. No balance.

The so-called Paleo-Diet would have us eat like hunter-gatherers. The benefit is clear, in that it's all about whole foods, lots of fruits and berries and herbs and veggies and nuts, not a lot of grains, and the meat is very high in Omega-3. It's a highly anti-inflammatory nutrition system. Game meat is high in Omega-3, corn-fed meat is high in Omega-6. Vegetables have some Omega-6; vegetable oils however are far too concentrated with them.

So, the ratio between these lipids, 6s to 3s, is 30:1 for most Americans, whereas it should be about 1:1. How can that level be reached? The simple answer is to match, gram for gram, 3's for 6's.

We call it Omega-3, but it's really fish oil. Vegetarians may have to make some compromises. In any case, you know that you need to supplement, if you're in pain, or have any inflammation issue. If it's severe, most folks should take quite a bit. More than the label on the bottle says. One gram per day? No. Five, or ten, or twenty. Some of our clients don't take capsules at all. There are  phenomenal results from megadosing, taking it in liquid form by the tablespoon. Swigging it, even.

The results are very, very real. Clients have reported feeling better by orders of magnitude. There may still be some slight sensation. But it's nothing compared to the pain. We don't count on miracles. Quite the opposite: we look for cause and effect. The cause of pain is some sort of agitation of nerve cells, some sort of pressure or disruption. If it's not some traumatic injury, where does the agitation come from? Inflammation. Omega-3 is the firehose. Big fires need lots of water.

We always want to be cautious about snake oil and extravagant promises. Beware GRAND ANNOUNCEMENTS of the UNIVERSAL CURE!!! Who knows what can go wrong? Life teaches us to be careful in giving out our trust. But sometimes the alternative is to give up, which is a bad thing. A better lesson that life should have taught us, or will, is that a large part of wisdom is to yield before pressure, and exploit the momentum. We keep trying to learn that. Jiu Jitsu, dude. Point is, giving ourselves what we need, in this case Omega-3, is wise.

You look at where you put your resources. Omega-3 oil is expensive. But the health benefits are huge. There are lots of data regarding actual cures of serious diseases, but there are no promises. Just statistics, and logic, and a certain amount of faith. Question is, is it worth it? Figure about 10 bucks a week. You spend that much on ice cream. We provide Carlsons brand at the best price around, as a courtesy to our clients.  Not husterism -- courtesy.

A sensible philosophy of fitness training extends far beyond setting up some routines and then telling you to do "One more!"  Diet, exercise, motivation. You are a soul living in a body. Optimize the experience. It may not last.

Be excellent.

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