And here's why

A couple of days ago I was in the garden. Two of our CrossFit-ers ran past me and just a minute or so later came back in the opposite direction. That was weird enough but then they repeated the sequence a number of times. Today another of our CrossFit-ers did the same thing. I was cleaning out drains at the time so working away outside the kitchen as he passed first in one direction, then back, then out again, must have been half a dozen times. Apparently this behaviour is governed by the CrossFit handbook in some way, with prescribed other activities between these very short runs.  It is something they have to do. They talk about it when we gather for morning or afternoon drinks, discussing together what weights they lifted, how fast they ran, and so on. If one had more interest than one does, one might feel left out!

Then it dawned on me why I find all this so alien to my way of thinking. During the working day my work is understandably dictated by what my clients want. But I don't want someone dictating to me what I must do in my spare time. My morning runs are idyllic (once I drag myself out of bed) for the very reason that I am free of all (well, most) constraints. To have to religiously follow some fitness regime would be contrary to all I know as good.

Perhaps it is my age. The CrossFit-ers are all much younger than I am and maybe, when young, you don't mind being bossed around so much. After all, if you enlisted for the Army you'd expect to be bossed around.

Here's another thing - this fixation some folk have with football or other ball games - this link sees football as a religion, I suppose because of the irrationality of either adherents, and this makes a lot of sense. I cannot think of any other reason why an intelligent person should want to watch a number of men kicking a ball around.

To play or not to play

Most of the men here have been or are glued to a computer screen watching England vs Croatia. I'm not sure which because I have been unable to tell, even by Googling, whether the game has actually ended or not. Because I do not speak the right language. What is a "break" anyway?

I sit at my computer here in stark contrast.  OK, it's kind of good to be with other folk playing a game but, apart from that, the idea of knocking a ball around has no interest whatsoever for me, whether it is football, tennis or whatever.

I have childhood memories: the kid next door was my best friend for a while and we would play cops and robbers and such like - until he started taking an interest in football. Another childhood friend lived a few streets away: his parents had a TV (mine did not) and, when at his place, I hoped it would be on the cartoon channel. More often than not, however, his father would be watching match of the day, a deep disappointment! 

Keeping fit, especially the CrossFit kind, is the rage here now-a-days. People will be seen churning away inside at the rowing machine or tread-mill when, outside, the sun is shining. I just cannot understand it - if you want to run why not do it in God's beautiful world? And it is beautiful here: we overlook a lake and mountains.

At this time of the year it is getting dark at 22:00 and gets light before 05:00, and yet People will stay up all hours and only drag themselves out of bed at the latest possible time in the morning. My body is through by 22:00 and the light wakes me in the morning - which seems natural enough to me, exception though I may be.

Thankfully people here have come to accept my strange ways...