Friday, May 24, 2013

Feelin' the Burn

I've recently discovered that where there used to be a Lutheran Church in my neighborhood, there's now a rather half-assed attempt at a park. It's got some planters, a few trees, an arch in the middle of nowhere, and some exercise equipment. No word yet on how the Lutherans in the area feel about all this.

The exercise equipment in particular caught my eye, as I'm currently in the middle of my 547th attempt to try and get serious about fitness. They've got this stair climber machine, a sort of upright bench press machine, a chin up bar, and some other stuff, including something called "Tai Chi Wheels" whose exact purpose I have yet to divine.

Now, I have a rather old elliptical at home, and I use it almost daily, in between getting repairs done on it. And I've noticed some difference, like increased energy throughout the day, but I don't feel like I'm actually burning any fat using it. So for the last few days, I've been attacking the stuff in that park, especially the ones that work on upper body strength.

The first time I tried it, I was thoroughly depressed by my performance. I couldn't do a single pull up, though that hardly surprised me, I couldn't even do pull ups in High School, much to my gym teacher's chagrin. The most I got out of that was some popping sounds as my spine decompressed from having my weight taken off it. Situps were likewise a fiasco, I think I did about five. I managed about 10 or 15 pushups, which heartened me a bit, and I did pretty good with the bench press thing (though I didn't realize till later that I had it on  the lowest possible setting).

So the last couple days, I went all out. I did as much as I could make myself do at each station, walked about a mile, then did it again. I could really feel it last night, and I was sure I'd wake up today sore as hell, a sure sign I pushed myself. And I do feel a bit sore in spots, but not what I was expecting.

So, I guess I'll just have to keep pushing myself. This time, I will get rid of that spare tire around my waist, and this time, I mean it. Just like every other time.

-Long Days and Pleasant Nights

Friday, May 10, 2013

Taking it too far, or just far enough?

People don't often tell others what their interests are, aside from innocuous things like reading books. Partly this can be attributed to a desire for privacy, but I think there's another, perhaps more important, reason. They don't want to be associated with the obnoxious vocal minority that tends to dominate people's perceptions of any hobby or interest.

For instance, if you told someone that you thought of yourself as an animal rights activist, their kneejerk reaction would usually be to think of you as one of three kinds of people.

1) A doe-eyed, idealistic hippie who cries herself* to sleep at night at the thought of an animal so much as stubbing a toe.

2) A frothing at the mouth vegan crusader who will happily drop everything to berate and verbally abuse a complete stranger for half an hour because they're eating a hamburger.

3) An "animals are more important than bastard humans" eco terrorist who would throw a baby into oncoming traffic without batting an eye if it meant keeping an animal out of danger.

These depictions are caricatures, of course, but they exist for just about any subculture you can think of. Take Star Wars fan boys. When you think of one, do you imagine a guy who grew up loving the movies, has fond memories of holding mock lightsaber duels with his friends, and thinks that watching the movies would be a great way to bond with his own children? No, you don't, because Star Wars fans are all obese losers who are too busy screaming "HAN SHOT FIRST!" or "don't come down here, mother!" to meet a woman** with whom to have children.

Whenever someone discovers that someone else has a secret passion for, say, fly-fishing or model trains, and then discovers that he or she is not a pants-crapping monomaniac about it, there's a tendency to say things like "Well, you're not like those other enthusiasts, you're normal." Here's the thing, though, the vast majority of people who have an interest or hobby are perfectly normal people who understand that there is a time and a place for their fandom. Your typical Trekkie doesn't run around all day dressed as a Klingon, and saying "like that time in Episode 326 when..." Most will say something like "The episode where Picard was turned into a Borg" or "The Best of Both Worlds" if they happen to remember the episode name.

If you think about it, just about everyone has some interest that could be taken to excess. For the sake of argument, say that you like Soap Operas. Do you think you'd be one of those people who follows the lives of the characters more closely than you're own families, and would be unable to differentiate between the character and the actor? Or would you be more likely to DV-R the show while you're at work, watch it in your free time, discuss the show with others who like watching it, and then not worry about it overmuch the rest of the time? You'd probably be the latter of the two. Similarly, if you like cats, would you be more likely to own one or two cats, or 15?

Of course, there are people who fit the stereotypes. Yes, there are crazy cat people. Yes, there are Trekkies who can't divorce the show from reality. Yes, some of those people might need help. But they're extremists, and therefore in the minority. Most people, even those with interests that others consider "weird" or "nerdy" are just like anyone else you might meet on the street. Because, when you think about it hard enough, that's exactly what we all are.

-Long Days and Pleasant Nights


*Note that I automatically assumed the animal rights activist was a woman. Yet another pitfall of public perception, the assumption that a woman would be more empathetic to animals than a man.
** Again with the gender stereotyping. I have a lot more to say on this topic, but that's for another time.