Training

So all this talk I do about training and fighting the good fight has nothing to do w/ boxing. Hope I didn't just Sixth Sense you there.

O.k., I'll explain what I mean. You know when you watched Sixth Sense for the first time and realized dood was really dead? Well anyway I used to give away the ending to that movie for fun. And people would be reasonably pissed at me. Well, I hope I didn't just blow the whole boxing = life analogy for you.

Anyway - moving on now.

All this talk and research about Muhammad Ali's personal and professional life inspired me to actually go to, and exercise in, a gym. This should shock you even more than the Sixth Sense did. As anyone who knows me already knows - this champ HATES the gym.

Well make that HATED the gym because I like it now. And I need it more than ever. Sitting here on the couch is making me gain fat while withering muscle away underneath. This means I'm just going to hurt myself skiing - not to mention that potential heart attack at 55 or the grocery list of other health risks associated w/ a sedentary lifestyle.

Most importantly, it keeps my head clear - more than any drug or treatment available. And that's a good thing.

Now with my Navy physical fitness test coming up next month, I'm going to actually try making good marks. That's a first for Petty Officer Tross. I'm also going to shoot for an outstanding after this one. Call it what you will. I call it growing up.

Maybe we should call it training for the big match - life.