This evening i made up my lazy mind to go with Sam to Dodge for some workout - after a 10-day-or-so break. We went up Amsterdam to return the dvd, and walked back down the street towards the campus.
The route actually contains a short walk uphill for two blocks, and is later comsummated by some 70 flights of stairs if we take the gate. The uphill trip hardly compares to any mountain climbing at all, but i can always use some extra air when i jog up the stairs. Usually they at best provide a good warm-up.
Yet today when i finally reached the gym entrance, i was very out of breath. My heart was pounding with the same vehement, choking beat as i would have climing up the Empire State Building...well, it's just figuratively speaking, since there is no way for you to travel up the building by taking the stairs. All of a sudden, i realized it had been quite a while since i last seriously exercised.
Isn't it true that one's physicality corresponds the way it has been fed? Shouldn't the same logic apply to one's mind? If i need to be constantly exercising to be free of muscle atrophy, don't i also need to be constantly reading for fear of postmodern ignorance?
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