Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
speaking objectively, based on the objective truth wrote:
If you were to objectively look at your life, I think you'll find that most of the problems you have stem from your weak, girlish grip. Remember how girls wouldn't date you in high school? That was because they could see you straining to hold your backpack strap. You know how you are tripping all the time? It's because your soft, dainty hands can't tie a tight knot in your shoelaces. You know how your friends are always falling to their deaths? That's because you lose your grip when they've been pushed off of a cliff by a villain and you're holding onto them with one hand. Let's face the facts here, man: your grip game is weak and it's time to step it up.
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Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
Whether or not it is goofy, it's far more goofy to be sitting around discussing it.
True. 100 years from now, no one will remember any of us no matter what we do. Just enjoy your life as it is. Try to seek meaning through what science has proven to us.
It depends on how you think about life. When I see out of shape middle-aged people, those are the ones I think are ridiculous. It makes me happy to know I can adventure anywhere my feet can take me without getting tired, something I take advantage of often. The others are confined to the couch and TV. What a small world they live in. But if that's what they want, so be it.
Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
Why do you strut around in little shorts? That is goofy.
Buy yourself some decent running clothes and lose the strut.
Some people need physical exertion fairly consistently to be happy. In the modern would , hobby jogging fits the bill pretty good. Go out and see stuff. Have amazing physical exam results for your age. Sleep well. Be a better person. Yes, be a better person than you would be if you did not get your exercise and play, yes play, because for whatever weird and unsuitable reason there is behind it, running is fun!
Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
True. 100 years from now, no one will remember any of us no matter what we do. Just enjoy your life as it is. Try to seek meaning through what science has proven to us.
100 years from now people will be studying our social media posts. They'll be discussing our training methods.
Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
World Majors are not "hobby jogger races."
For 99.99% of entrants, yes they are. They're the hobby jogger olympics.
Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
Every sport is dumb if you look them objectively.
What was the line from ATC? for ball sports, during the duration of the game the most important thing in the world has to a piece of pigskin. Something like that.
True. 100 years from now, no one will remember any of us no matter what we do. Just enjoy your life as it is. Try to seek meaning through what science has proven to us.
100 years from now people will be studying our social media posts. They'll be discussing our training methods.
No they won't.
They are flying around in their spacepods to Mars for a weekend trail run.
All this garbage here will be in a long forgotten toxic datapit.
Running, one might say, is basically an absurd past-time upon which to be exhausting ourselves. But if you can find meaning, in the kind of running you have to do to stay on this team, chances are you will be able to find meaning in another absurd past-time: Life.
Running, one might say, is basically an absurd past-time upon which to be exhausting ourselves. But if you can find meaning, in the kind of running you have to do to stay on this team, chances are you will be able to find meaning in another absurd past-time: Life.
Kurt Vonnegut once said that he thinks the reason we're here is to fart around. Running is as good a way to fart around as anything else is.
So are all hobbies and forms of fitness when viewed through a certain lens.
From some perspective really the ONLY thing that matters is money and doing whatever you can to get more of it. With money comes stability for your family, better living conditions, better food, more options for education, better health care.
So just spend 100% of your time gettin that green!
Strutting around in little shorts, training for hobby jogger races, obsessing over miles and times, it's goofy.
Yet I'm out there every day, putting in the miles. Is this really something a respectable person would spend his time on? When we're dead, is this what we want to be remembered for?
No one is going to remember you anyways, so do what makes you happy.