I built my first website in 2001, in support of my fitness business. Though I would not come across the term blog for a couple of more years, my initial website was, unwittingly, my first blog. Each week I would publish a brief article espousing the virtues of a chicken salad for lunch instead of burrito, or how lunges done properly would change your life. This effort, in hopes I could establish legitimacy as a national voice of reason in my industry, while also doing my part in saving the world. Of course it hasn’t really unfolded that way, though I have gained some respect in my local community, and have begun to cultivate a worldwide following of hundreds.
At the time I began this endeavor, I was working my way through a series of books on religion, philosophy, cultural anthropology, as well as the directionality of mankind. Though it wasn’t by design, it didn’t take long until I began superimposing what I was thinking about away from the gym, over what I was attempting to teach in the gym and via my website. I began to sew comparisons between the rituals of the humanities and the rituals of physical culture, and vice-versa.
And so it has gone for over a decade. I write about life under the guise of fitness, and thoughts of personal fitness are always intermingled when I write about the world I seem to live in. As the tagline for this blog asks; is the about the contemplation of fitness, or the fitness of contemplation…? Of course there is no correct answer.
I enjoy weaving hidden messages of religious tolerance into articles I write about accepting CrossFit as fitness phenomenon, despite that I
think it’s ridiculous don’t practice it myself. In comparing the war on the waistline to the wars which require guns, I have suggested that we mind our language, and not get carried away with it.
I can say honestly that I have learned as much about life and culture itself from my observations of the fitness world and the people in it, as I have from any book I have read or any sermon I have received. Conversely, I have regularly attempted to bring to my fitness students and readers, lessons from the humanities which might enhance or even shift one’s perspective on what fitness really is. As I learn, I enjoy sharing, and that’s a big part of why I blog write.
However, as complexity expands, complexity expands. Both the fitness world and the real world are far more complex today than they were when I wrote my first essay. My mind drifts further and further from what I know, seeking more and more to write about what I want to know – or what I think I know. On one level this might be dangerous inasmuch as I don’t want a would-be reader to take my writing with any degree of seriousness or suggest it holds any absolute truths. These are simple musings and observation which sometimes flow, but mostly collide in my head. I am an amateur writer; a busker of thoughts in the expanding noosphere.
On another level though, writing about what I think I know, even if I’m not certain, is exactly what I know I need. This blog, whether read by dozens or by thousands, has been a place for me to work out the quarrels and contradictions in my head. If there’s one problem with this, it’s that as I let festering thoughts out, it frees up room for new thoughts to grow and garble.
From the beginning I have sought to be as original as possible, if not outright different. In those times when I have noticed a redundancy in my thoughts, I have questioned whether or not to continue. After 15 years of writing – of placing my messages into tiny silicon bottles and throwing them out there each week to seed and to grow, I don’t think I have impacted too many lives too often, as it relates to fitness or beyond, and I’ll never really know if I have.
The life I have affected most though, in writing these essays, is of course is my own, and the impact seems to be positive. So I guess the blog is going to stick around – even if I repeat myself from time to time. Lunges today. Social complexity tomorrow. Stay tuned, and be well… rc
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