What follows is my attempt to create some order out of the chaos that is this site. Things are kind of haphazard as to what gets posted when, and so I came up with the idea of a few specific days covering certain kinds of posts. “Thursday Thoughts” will most likely center on the more cerebral side of this approach I’m urging people to follow.
When people think of strong people, they don’t think of flexibility.
I’m not talking about the kind of flexibility that would make a world-class powerlifter moonlight as a contortionist, though that’s probably would people would imagine in the above sentence. Though, admittedly, now that I bring up that image, I’m pretty sure no one would think that about strong people either.
One of the recurring themes here at By Spear And Axe has always been the subject of strength. Yes, I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of it. Part of the reason for that is that for so much of my life, I didn’t have any. I was the proverbial 98-pound weakling growing up (though I weighed less than 98 lbs for much of that time).
As a result, I dealt with some variations of what I can only describe as hell because of it. I lacked the strength to do anything about it and, frankly, my requests for help in learning how to fight were rebuffed by my parents. I was kind of hosed.
However, as soon as I could get into a weight room, I did. The allure of iron was strong, and I spent a lot of time in the gym.
I’ve had kind of a crappy week this week. Yes, it’s because of what happened in Las Vegas. Yes, I will talk about it here at a future date, but not right now.
For what it’s worth, as a gun writer in my daily life, I’ve been writing a lot about what happened, and it’s impossible to cover a topic like that and an event like that and it not take a bit of a toll on you. Nothing like what those who were there experienced, mind you, but a toll none the less.
I spent a good bit of my childhood being weak. I was smaller than the other kids, and not necessarily due to height. That came later.
But what I was happened to be skinny as hell. I inherited this from my father, who was a notoriously thin man despite his profession in law enforcement. However, I didn’t really care where I got it from, I wanted to know how to get rid of it.
One day, one of my parents–I can’t remember which–handed me a couple of five lbs dumbbells. I was still in elementary school, and they were kind of heavy at the time, but I lifted them and lifted them until they weren’t.
First, I’d like to apologize for this being a little late. Yesterday afternoon, my town was slammed by yet another nasty storm. This one had a particularly deadly tornado attached to it. Then, this morning, we lost power, possibly related to the storm, and we just got it back not all that long ago.
Now, while the storm was bad, it didn’t take power or cable out for a good bit yesterday, and I got to at least experience a bit of joy after the bad.
I am, of course, referring to the NFC Championship game where my beloved Atlanta Falcons stomped the Green Bay Packers.
For us, it was a banner day, but I was particularly struck by the sheer manhood displayed by Falcons wide receiver Julio Jones.