GirlyMuscle
12-08-2010, 11:31 PM
An excerpt from Dave Draper's monthly newsletter....
"Windows and doors are shut tight; thermostats are turned up high and
down jackets hang ready by the entryway. Snow is dumping in the
mountains and eager skiers are retrieving their gear from cold
storage. I left the snow in Jersey 45 years ago and the closest I come
to skiing is manipulating Laree's old ski pole, a helpful tool when
unloading unreachable boxes of Bomber Blend from the back of my
pickup.
Winter is not here yet, but its cold runny nose is pressed against the
frosted windowpane of our front door. Time to fold up the muscles for
the season and tuck them away in the bottom drawer with the tank tops,
Ts and shorts. Goodbye, good riddance, beware of the moths. Let's curl
up and get cozy.
Might as well ease the dietary restrictions as well, bears and
bombers. Like, who cares? The fair weather's gone; it's time to
hibernate. We'll deal with the impending consequences upon their full
bloom in the spring.
When's the ballgame? Is that beer and ribs in front of the widescreen?
Move over. Who's winning?
Who's losing is the big question, the big, fat, out-of-shape, sad and
sorry question.
Muscles, strength and health have no season. They are not occasional,
sometimes and cyclical, perhaps and maybe. They are here and now and
tomorrow. They're always and forever. Be strong. Look sharp."
"Windows and doors are shut tight; thermostats are turned up high and
down jackets hang ready by the entryway. Snow is dumping in the
mountains and eager skiers are retrieving their gear from cold
storage. I left the snow in Jersey 45 years ago and the closest I come
to skiing is manipulating Laree's old ski pole, a helpful tool when
unloading unreachable boxes of Bomber Blend from the back of my
pickup.
Winter is not here yet, but its cold runny nose is pressed against the
frosted windowpane of our front door. Time to fold up the muscles for
the season and tuck them away in the bottom drawer with the tank tops,
Ts and shorts. Goodbye, good riddance, beware of the moths. Let's curl
up and get cozy.
Might as well ease the dietary restrictions as well, bears and
bombers. Like, who cares? The fair weather's gone; it's time to
hibernate. We'll deal with the impending consequences upon their full
bloom in the spring.
When's the ballgame? Is that beer and ribs in front of the widescreen?
Move over. Who's winning?
Who's losing is the big question, the big, fat, out-of-shape, sad and
sorry question.
Muscles, strength and health have no season. They are not occasional,
sometimes and cyclical, perhaps and maybe. They are here and now and
tomorrow. They're always and forever. Be strong. Look sharp."