Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened. – Cora Harvey Armstrong
Such goals can only be obtained by an integration, an incorporation of “the athletic sense” into the totality of my lifestyle, indeed our family’s lifestyle.
A singlemindedness towards greatness, the utilization of restraint when dictated by personal logic, but – at all times – hard work, self-discipline, proper nutrition & rest, dedication, desire, a sense of purpose, re-examined and reaffirmed.
If I am tired, I cannot run, nor work, nor write nor make love – properly – and thus I cannot really live life.
[Note I put running ahead of working, writing and sex. – ed.]
If I eat like a pig, I will run like one.
If I do not help myself, I cannot expect others to help me.
Overtraining is more foolish than undertraining.
If I eat less, I can train less (though when stronger, I want to do even more.)
If I am tired, I am no good to anyone, least of all myself.
Laziness, procrastination, excess must become qualities which no one could ever possibly imagine as applicable to me.
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Some of what I write may be redundant, but so the mistakes I make in my lifestyle are redundant.
Mistakes are not so malodorous in themselves, they are learning experiences, but repeated, they become mistakes, matters of consequence to be rectified.
No junk food, no junk reading, or at less cut out both as much as possible. Less junk TV.
Utilize your time better. Remember to remember that.
Don’t think so much about what you should do, begin to do it. [please note, this predates the famous Nike slogan. – ed.]
When you become a certain age, production becomes more important than potential.
I once looked at Buddy Edelen for inspiration. Now I look at Anna Mary Robertson Moses, better known by her nickname of “Grandma Moses,” who began painting in earnest at the age of 78.