Well let me tell ya, I was pretty much done in half an hour later.....that young filly, she was still at 6 and still jogging along at a nice clip...I was feeling silly for sure. I guess they can do 6. To me, that is insane. But what was more insane is thinking I stood a chance against all that youth in a sleek package. I left the gym and got changed. As I was leaving, I went back to take a look through the glass window into the gym, she was still there...jogging like there was no end in sight....not even snorting, huffing, or puffing. Hell, over a half an hour and barely breaking a sweat....just this perfect form of humanity, showing the beauty of stamina, endurance, perseverance and gracefulness all in one young woman. Not unlike those wonderful animals I used to watch at the race track.....the thundering of the hooves, or the gentle pat, pat, pat of gym shoes on a treadmill, it was quite a sight.
And now I know why I never saw an old work horse at the racetrack....
Horse racing. Have you ever been to the race track and watched those horses come thundering around the last curve headed for the finish line? It was always the thundering of the hooves that gave me a rush. Those horses were bred for it, young, proud, strong and quite capable of going for the long haul when it was demanded. All that power....
Living in the Cariboo which is ranching country, I get to see a lot of these magnificent animals on a fairly regular basis. Granted, the horses around here are not the ones bred for speed....but hey, they can still do a fairly good clip around the Williams Lake Stampede track. Now I know a guy, out west who has himself a couple of old work horse. They can't run worth hell, but they are good dependable work horses. Big, old and slow. That is how I sort of see myself these days. I may not have the speed anymore, but I can still pull my load when demanded of me. After all, I work in a mine and shovelling and packing rock for 12 hours does take a bit of doing. But big, slow and getting up there it is.
I went to the doctor and he said to me that I needed to lose a chunk of weight. I either do that or I risk serious health troubles. I want to get rid of these blood pressure meds as well.....and to do that, I need to make some changes. I started a few months back and have been working on it ever since....I quit smoking, lowered sodium intake and it is showing results. Today, I made another step....I bought a pass to the gym in the arena. Good for me. I bought some new shiny walking shoes, some cool Nike basketball trunks and a 1 month pass. Get ready extra tonnage, I will be showing you the door.
I get down to the training room at the arena, head on over to the treadmill. I have to play with it for a bit to figure it out...this is sort of new to me. Anyway, I get on this thing and start my pace. I got it set for a nice brisk walk, not too fast, not too slow. Got some tunes on the Ipod...hey, I am good to go...do some serious calorie burning here. I am just a walking away for about half an hour and a young girl comes up, steps on the treadmill beside me, punches in some stuff with the buttons on the treadmills computer and presses the pace button and she is off...just like in the horse races. Now even though I wouldn't admit that I was watching what she was doing, just being cool and minding my own business, secretly I was. I had to compare...see what kind of stuff she had. See how this old work horse stood up against this young filly. She had the pace set at 3 and I had mine at 2. Okay, I'm 55, she is about 20. I'd expect that. But I was ahead for sure...been doing this for a half hour already. I got some serious fat burned here.
She stayed at about 3 for about 2 minutes before she cranked it up to 6. 6? Nobody can do 6. That is insane. They lock you up in nut houses for cranking it up to 6. I mean this young filly is at a jog for god's sake. She surely wasn't going to stay at that pace for long, let me tell ya. Hell with that, I cranked my pace up to 2.5. I mean I am going with the " The race doesn't go to the swiftest, it goes to the one who can hold out the longest."
Not idolizing anything...was married to a Russian woman for 4 years who by the way was an engineer. Also spent 5-6 months living there. Ran into women doctors, engineers and what not on a regular basis. Hasn't been like that in the Western world. Also, I am talking pre-1990, not today. And who says it failed? Some components failed, but so has our system failed. And remember, it was not communism, it was fascism. The communist system works well, we have it in Canada with the Amish, Hittite and Mennonite communities in Ontario. That system is not failing by a long shot.
The communist doctrine did not identify by gender, only capabilities. Students were given aptitude tests and they were sent off to the trades they were best suited for. University education was free. And I know for a fact, labor is closer to a 50 percent ratio in many skills as opposed to Western countries. And to the advantage of women. And any Russian will tell you that. Kahk vi shivotye?
These facts, not idolizing. I know, been there, did it and saw it. So as I said, you would be incorrect.
Hello and welcome back. As said, we can be extremely slow at times. Sometimes it might take days to get a response and that is because we live these fast paced lives full of exciting things constantly happening with not enough time to come into these forums and say hello.
I have to go now, I have some fast paced life to get on with here.
Nice guys finish last? Oh crap, I didn't even know there was a race going on. No wonder I am not getting anywhere, I've been sitting in the bleachers waiting for the national anthem.
Well let's hope it works. I find that when it comes to governments, there is never enough money for social programs for those who really need it, however, there is always more than enough money to give themselves pay raises and additional perks. Funny how that works.
Hey, we can't drink beer, play hockey, hang out at Timmy's and post here all at the same time!. Besides that, most of us are frozen or snowed in to boot and that leaves just six Canadians left to post here. I must make 7.....
Welcome ogden to the other side of the line. Have fun.
Actually, I thought you wrote something that pretty well reflects balance. It may or may not be...the coming year and you portrayed that well.
Even if it is of a different...how do you call it...rhythm than what appeals to me, you get an A for effort. An artist only creates art if somebody appreciates it as such. And our perception of art is personal and unique to the individual.
I do like reading your posts though, for a young man, you show much insight into life. That is refreshing considering the mentality of many of the world's youth today.
But seeing as how we are going to share some poetry, here is one I wrote many years back.
The Dance Of Death
The clouds do cover, the silky moon, The wind does blow, and very soon. Deeper to enter, this darkened night, To all who come, to see the sight.
Beneath this cross, of granite stone, I lie chilled from, earth against my bone. My heart lies still, beneath my breast, Now in this crypt, is my place of rest.
I rise above, this chamber of death, With a chilling soul, and icy breathe. To walk this world, in a formless haze, To come to this gathering, for all my days.
From all around, the clan does rise, Spirits of death, with sunken eyes. To come and dance, in somberness, This gift of death, ours to caress.
This dance of death, upon our graves, We all join in, to come and praise. The reaper of death, who comes and takes, From the land of living, what life forsakes.
We reach the glory, of spirithood, In macabre frenzy, where the crosses stood. We danced in shadows, of darkened night, To all that lives, a frightful sight.
Back to our pits, we now return, Our dance is done, our souls do burn. In these pits, where crosses stand, We go on back, to our forsaken land.
Remember this, all you living, When life is still, full and giving. Do not disturb, the graveyard sound, You'll join in too, when your underground.
Was taking a shortcut through a graveyard one foggy night, and this popped out the next day.
My Grandparents were married over 75 years. They got letters from Prime Ministers, Queens and what not for that sort of thing. 75 years, that is such a long time together.
I finally figured it out.....
Well let me tell ya, I was pretty much done in half an hour later.....that young filly, she was still at 6 and still jogging along at a nice clip...I was feeling silly for sure. I guess they can do 6. To me, that is insane. But what was more insane is thinking I stood a chance against all that youth in a sleek package. I left the gym and got changed. As I was leaving, I went back to take a look through the glass window into the gym, she was still there...jogging like there was no end in sight....not even snorting, huffing, or puffing. Hell, over a half an hour and barely breaking a sweat....just this perfect form of humanity, showing the beauty of stamina, endurance, perseverance and gracefulness all in one young woman. Not unlike those wonderful animals I used to watch at the race track.....the thundering of the hooves, or the gentle pat, pat, pat of gym shoes on a treadmill, it was quite a sight.And now I know why I never saw an old work horse at the racetrack....
geo