Wholistic Fitness

Namaste Noble Warriors!

{this entry is dedicated to Claymo}

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“Who can convince the sea

to be reasonable?

What’s it get from demolishing

blue amber, green granite?

And why so many wrinkles

and so many holes in the rock?

I came from behind the sea,

now where do I go when it cuts me off?

Why did I close the road,

falling into the sea’s trap?”

– Pablo Neruda

there are only so many authors that a writer can keep within arm’s reach.

Neruda is one of mine.

for fifteen years i zig-zagged the US, Canada, and Mexico, climbing rocks and scaling peaks and competing in all sorts of outdoor sports when i should have �been making something of myself.� i spent much of this time in �Vince� – a svelte, yellow sport pickup with a shell. in the shell, i fashioned a sleeping cot and draped cargo netting to hold my gear, cooking stove, food, etc. Vince was durable. even notoriously fiendish bears in Yosemite�s Camp Four parking lot couldn�t significantly damage Vince, though they sure scared the shit out of me as they shook Vince back and forth in the middle of the night. to regain my sleep, i resorted to a trick my wolf �taught� me. I would squirt these overgrown pack rats in their faces with a special water bottle full of – oh geez – well, my urine. the beasts backed right off. must have been all those amino acid pills i was consuming back then. anyway, i just had to make sure i didn�t bring that particular water bottle up on the big walls with me the next day!

Vince and i seemed fueled by the same forces: the scent of granite domes, sequoia wind, and magnificent, if not intimidating, high peaks. to my memory, i put gas into Vince like five times in all the years i drove him. i�d pass some sign somewhere out in a deep Nevada night that read, �No Services For 138 Miles.� i dared not look at Vince�s gas gauge for it would inevitably suggest the same abundance as did my wallet: next to nothing. yet, i always seemed to arrive to the next crag or camping place just fine. more than a fistful of times did i fall asleep during at night while �driving� Vince…only to awake, refreshed, and still cruising along some ribbon of desert asphalt. when i arrive at the Pearly Gates, i�ve got a pair of Guardian Angels to look up…i owe them far more than a 20% tip!

in this mystical way, Vince delivered me to the bottom of even more mystical vertical terrain. like a sandstone nymph, i cared for little but to scurry and sometimes burst – dance like – up vertical rock or ice. most often with a partner, but sometimes i climbed without so much a rope. confidence and a helluva lot of WF training and meditation was all i carried for my protection. climbing upward was ecstasy to me. i adored the yawning of my arms extending toward hidden handholds. i cherished the sweet opening of my hip muscles as they too, stretched to accommodate a gymnastic posture far above a canyon floor. at night, back at �Villa Vince� – whose yellow merged well with tawny campfires – i cooked feeble food, mostly ramen noodles, while in yogi squat. years of living this simian way, evoked something in my inner world which still nourishes my Sacred Happiness.

even after a hundred thousand vagabond miles under his tires, Vince sported but one quote on his dash. a great Neruda line, now etched liked a skid mark into my soul…

�All who wander are not lost.�

don�t worry if you miss a workout.

don�t get all weird if you go off your diet.

you worry and get weird because society has made you myopic and obsessed with sensual infatuations and entertainment that serve only to charm your ego and weaken your chi.

you�ve let yourself become over identified with the outer world.

this is why you still refuse meditation

as part of your fitness training.

you can�t stand

to sit

still

in silence.

but do not worry

about that.

don�t even worry if you are not a formal online-student of Wholistic Fitness and have yet to develop structure and consistency and wisdom in your choreography of genuine fitness.

instead of worrying, do this:

just em-body the dance of your breath

and the presence of your posture

today

right Now

right Here.

in time,

your fitness wandering will lead you to something that is as Sacred

as the sun

within you…

(Kundalini)

and ignite

your inner fire

(tapas)

to endlessly Rise Above,

and find union

(Yoga)

with the Source of who you were

before there was even a sea.

May this Meditation

help keep your Practice strong

and most of all

keep it sincere,

coach ilg

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YOUR INPUT, QUESTIONS, and ANSWERS!

thanks for choosing to

be

here

now!

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