What you know good? That's a Southern expression (Anybody still allowed to be Southern? Or is everybody offended by the term? Sorry, some of the best folks I know are from there and black or white, don't give a damn what anybody thinks about them up in Yankeeland (offensive)or the rest of the world) picked up from my time in North Carolina, South Carolina and Central Florida. Like, what's good in your life? Or, what is happening?
I would like to think that there is a literal meaning to it, like, Is there any good damn news these days? Not a whole lot if you look at the major news coming out of everywhere. And of course, you have our servicemen getting murdered and nary a mention of it from the powers that be and they died for what? And doesn't it piss you off? And what is being done? Whitney Houston type sadness among the masses? White House mandate for flags at half mast? No? That's just common sense, isn't it? But I thought that common sense meant that our servicemen carried guns, also. I had no idea! Gotta be me, all messed up with my thinking.
If it was up to the PEOPLE, I believe, everything would be okay. The government stirs stuff up and tells folks what they ought to think and then it masks the real issues and then people start squabbling amongst themselves and then a new law comes out that take away more and more of our freedoms for some reason and the debt continues and a lady in San Fransisco is murdered for no reason because the "system"failed. And where, oh were is the outrage? Any marches? I guess that issue does not buy enough votes.
I probably look at it all too simply. And it keeps me up at night, and for what? Can anyone keep the big steamrolling machine from crushing us all? You think that anyone in BIG WHATEVER cares about you? Nah, only folks that care about you are right in your face, and even then, you better watch your back. If you have 2 or 3 folks that will never stab you in the back, you are batting 1000. And it makes my heart beat fast thinking about all of it, and for what? Don't matter at all. Just watch TMZ, eat Cheetos and listen to Kathie Lee. And read People. Now I will fit in.
All rolling along and the world topples like a domino game in Luchenbach , Texas.
Maybe I should just write about lifting weights. Okay! Work hard. Work basic. Don't fool yourself. Train legs. Train for life. For life. I had a guy tell me the other day that his dog ran way from him and he was like, WHOA, I have forgotten how to run! He forgot one of the basic human needs! Escape, chase, evade by running. So he began to run again. That is life training and realizing what you need to survive. I reckon if you are driving to the gym on a sunny day to ride the elliptical or walk/run on the treadmill, you really don't get the whole life training way of thinking.
What else? Train any way that you want to train. But there is stuff that works better than other stuff. Grimek, Starr, Bednarski, Reeves, Franco, etc, knew it. Might as well read it, learn from it. And Mccallum. He knew his stuff. Lots of sets to get strong in most cases. Grease the groove. Older lifters train everyday, but short and intense and frequent. And fun. And you may find that you are limited on what you can do because of injuries so just do what you can, and work it into the dirt. And have an open mind. I saw where a Canadian bodybuilder , a pro, uses the Prowler for fat loss. That is thinking outside the box and using science against dogma. Good. Break the mold. AND put your arms down. Arnold never walked like that, because he didn't want to be seen as a fool. Ah, you probably don't even know that you are doing it.
What else? Hunt, fish, shoot, play catch, chop wood, get a dog, kiss your dog, talk to your dog, live life like a dog, drink good whiskey with good friends, sit alone and let it all go, laugh at it all, turn off the cell phone, see the other view point, run just for the hell of it, get punched in the face and smile, train without saying a word, look but don't speak, buy a tomahawk and throw it against a tree, hug someone unexpectedly when you just have an inkling that they need it, ask someone about themselves and just let them talk, read Hemingway's short stories before they are banned, get a great knife, listen to METAL and the Highwaymen.
And fish. And marvel at the silence of an evening, an evening alone, just before dusk, when you are fishing in a farm pond for bass. Can you just picture it? If you have never experienced it, get out there. Because at those times, it isn't the size of your rims or the shoes you wear or the latest anything trend and it doesn't matter that your opinion is squashed among so many others. It is your time and just your time. It is simply the moment. And when you are there, when you are experiencing the special moments, it doesn't matter if the fish are biting or not.
