I didn’t start exercising because I wanted to look hot. I didn’t start because I wanted to run a marathon, or because my doctor said I had to. I started in order to be healthy, and the idea of exercising for vanity so doesn’t suit me. I’m a happily married man, I don’t need to be body builder to meet women. There’s just no need for that in my world.
But I will admit that I don’t exercise to be healthy, anymore. At least, not only strictly for that. I also exercise to be strong enough to be prepared for the challenges life throws at me, like last night. This is no over-the-top story of heroism, but something more mundane, yet in the past 18 hours I’ve been constantly thankful for my and my wife’s general fitness.
During yesterday’s awful Snowpocalypse in Atlanta, my wife got stuck on her way home. She was able to park safely and was only 4.5 miles from home. So, long story short, I drove my car the mile I safely could, knowing that I could still drive it back home. Then I grabbed some hand warmers and a space blanket and ran 2.5 miles to her in snow and icy conditions. Not trying to make myself out to be a superman. Anyone of average general health could get themselves there.
She was walking to me, but I knew she was ill equipped to be in the cold too long, and I had the warm stuff. I couldn’t bear the idea of letting her walk a step more than necessary alone, and without more warming options. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that she is healthy and fit enough to make that walk and that I’m healthy and fit enough to make that run to her. And that’s why we train to be physically fit.
So, I ask: What are you exercising or training for?