A cow bell, an air horn, I slap myself (metaphorically) — vitality (full of life) is mortality biding its time — I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. ;-)

 

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http://www.reviewjournal.com/columns-blogs/steven-kalas/between-treadmill-and-bench-press-pondering-vitality

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My response was a bell, an air horn, a slap to my own face saying “Break’s over, oh mortal man! Pay attention!   Stop being vain!!”

This poignant reality: Vitality is only mortality biding its time.

Oh, that would have gone over real well with the testosterone studs at the gym. Or maybe I should have said, “Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.”

 

But it’s not utterly mercenary. As I said at the beginning, it’s also part of my spiritual path. And I’m convinced the measure of any authentic spiritual path is the willingness to walk it in “the shadow of death.” By being consciously mortal. I’m not at the gym to put off growing old and dying; I’m at the gym to practice sacrifice and gratitude. Endurance is worship.

There’s a guy at my gym who moves at a glacial pace from machine to machine with a walker and the help of a “little ol’ lady” I assume is his wife. Looking at him, I’d guess somewhere in his 80s. Now that’s an inspiration. Not because of how he looks, nor because doing so will spare him from the day he can’t ever come here again, let alone spare him from dying.

The man inspires me because he’s alive and apparently likes being alive.

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He’s here saying “thank you” for another day.

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I’ll get my walker soon enough. And, barring the proverbial bus (running over me), my hospice bed. In the meantime, I’m off to do some cardio. Because I can. For now.

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