My Phoenix Moment:
I just had my Phoenix moment yesterday. Actually, it was the culmination of several different realizations more so than one big moment.
For awhile now, whenever I went grocery shopping I couldn’t help but look at everybody else’s cart while I waited in line. More often than not, everyone’s carts were filled to the brim with juices, cakes, chips, very little meat, and no veggies. I usually get pissed when I think about the fact that they’ll probably pay half of what I pay even though I have 1/4 the food that they do, but balance is once again restored to the force once I look at their 42 inch waists and FUPAs (Fat under pubic area), and I realize that I must be doing something right. I don’t want the damn FUPA, not the diabetes that comes along with it, so this fear helps keep me from veering off the right track.
I’ve also been keeping up with the clinic participants logs since the beginning, and each of them are doing amazingly well, and their determination to fight the bulge and get their second wind in this thing called life was just the kick in the ass I needed to turn my training up a few notches. Are these people some sort of anomaly in the Matrix? No, they’re normal people who decided to stop making excuses and just take care of business, and I’m determined to join their ranks.
The final push came from a book I was reading recently called “Surviving the Extremes: What happens to the body and mind at the limit of human endurance”. Essentially the book consisted of stories such as one where an oxygen-deprived, dehydrated and exhausted man survived 2 days and 1 night above Camp IV on Mt. Everest. The thing that moved me the most was the following passage:
“Of the 6 billion people in the world today, very few are commandos. The population expanded exponentially once humans organized into civilizations. Without that development, our numbers would most likely still be less than one billion. Probably at least five out of six people alive today depend on society’s support and protection for their existence. To realize how dependent we are on civilization, consider this: in a wilderness setting, losing your eyeglasses might well be fatal. Any slight disability, any inherited or acquired disease, would quickly eliminate you from the competition. Who among us are the ones who could make it on our own?”
Would I be one of those who survived? Not at all, and thats a painful realization to have. My conditioning is damn poor now, and I doubt I could depend on it to save my life, which is horrible…and pisses me off to no end. Now that the fire within me is lit, I’ll be training with this in the back of my mind at all times. I want to take my conditioning to a new level; I want to take it to the point where I’d be able to give a crack head a run for his money, because as Chris Rock said, you can’t you can’t catch a crack head!
Tomorrow I’ll post pictures along with my goals.
