There I was, on the elyptical machine this morning and going through my usual one hour routine when it hit me. I was bored with the exercise I was doing. I had entered into a rut and realized that I needed to find something to make the daily routine less of a chore. I decided that I needed and desired to find something that would bring back the excitement (a rather strong word) that I once had when going through the paces. I realized that although I was moving and sweating I was not mentally into the process too much anymore.
Amazingly enough this thought of being bored with exercise provided some entertainment as my thoughts flashed back to my days at Parris Island, South Carolina during the summer of 1979, in Recruit Training Platoon 1073. My wife chides me for being forgetful but the date of 14 September 1979 at 0900 Hours is a date that has been seared into my memory banks. That is the date I graduated and earned the title of United States Marine. I was 18 years old upon graduation and now that was almost 30 years ago.
As the elyptical machine at the health club went up and down I returned to all of the exciting things I did as a recruit and wonder how I ever survived. I remember back then there was no shortage of excitement during the daily routine. I can recall Sergeant Barnjum screaming and in my face and using terminology that that is not permitted on this website. I can remember Sergeant Smith threatening me to not even think about coming back down that rope. I can remember the PFT ( Physical Fitness Test) and pounding out pullups, situps and running three miles. There was the day Sergeant Bartell made me do mountain climbers until I puked. Twenty mile force marches and sweating and sand fleas and yelling and screaming and running and jumping and climbing and more yelling and screaming. I flashed back to the scorching heat and humidity of the drill field where I practiced marching for hours on end. The memory bank of exercise flooded my brain housing group with more than I had thought about in years.
As I returned my attention to my boring present day daily workout I looked up at the television screen that was flashing a scene from Marines in a desert in Afghanistan. I looked at how young those Marines were and I smiled quietly realizing that my life was good and it was nice to be bored. There were no sand fleas buzzing in my ears as I turned up the volume on my mp3 player. I realized that exercise could be filled with much more excitement. I decided that I was going to be content with my time here at the air conditioned health club that had a bottled water machine at my beck and call. As I turned my attention back to my life in the here and now I had to glance nevously over my shoulder to see if Sergeant Barnjum was anywhere to be seen.
Keith Quackenbush is a graduate from St. John's University, Jamaica, New York. He has served as an officer in the United States Marine Corps, as a forward observer, among many other job descriptions. The many years he spent in retail work has proven to be more of an endurance sport than a job.
Keith has also been frustrated with all the hype concerning weigh loss and has created a no-nonsense site for you to visit. www.I ChooseThin.com . He has attempted to create a place where you can obtain weight loss knowledge without the pressure of someone attempting to sell you a specific product or weight loss pill. The information gathered has been arranged in a easy to use format. www.IChooseThin is the result of a two year quest for information without the hype normally associated with weight loss.
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