I have studied exercise for most of my life. Books and magazines… my mom did not approve of the amount of time I spent reading Muscle and Fitness instead of my bible. Through trial and error, I learned (very slowly) that not every guru was a genius. Every different trainer I know has different theories on exercise. Because of the limits of the human body and the different fitness goals, it is impossible to excel in all areas of sport. A competitive long distance runner would not at the same time train for strong man competitions. That is simple to understand. There is also many conflicting programs designed for the same goals, such as hypertrophy (muscle growth). Heavy weights, low reps? Lighter weights, more reps? One solution to this problem is periodization, which is planning the use of many different methods at different times for best results.
Hmmm…. this is a subject I would love to write about more, but the reason I started this blog was to dwell on delusions. Like when I used to spend so much time in the mirror imagining I could see my six pack, or stomach muscles. (delusions) That with all the schools of thought, and only one life to live, a limitted ablility to apply all delusions, how do I decide what to live? Study the delusions, successes and failures, in exercise I have had some success by learning how to apply different theories at different times.
This is also how I have developed my personal delusion. Almost 32 years of successes and failures. Trying so many different delusions on, taking what works and trying to leave behind what doesn’t. Like finding my way through a maze with a blindfold on. Having to learn the hard way in everything I have ever done, and taking the criticism from every collection of delusions for what I accept or reject. On these blogs, people comment about what offends or where I sound confused, which is great, but this is a process for me, and should not be received as truth. (It is pride which is offended, so if you are offended by my writing, examine your pride) Weigh my delusion, if you want, weigh your own, if you dare. I am simply writing the contents of what I am ruminating. (I think I picked up that word from Thoreau, who is still one of my all time favorite non christian authors)
So after all this, the foundation for my delusion is that I believe Jesus is God. Jesus came to earth, the earth he created, lived as a man, was crucified, rose from the dead, ascended to heaven, and is coming back. I believe I will stand judgement before Jesus, and will live for eternity with the consequence of my life on earth. So now my delusion is, how to I live in light of that? The bible is the WORD of GOD!? More decisions in my personal delusion. At this point, my delusion is narrowed to what would be called a christian belief, and a whole new world of conflict. What does it mean to be a christian? Is this different than being a disciple of Jesus?
Disciple. What does that mean? The great commission: go and disciple. The command given to those who understood what it meant to be discipled. The men who had spent three years with Jesus. Discipling, from what I understand of Seth Barnes, this is where his mind and heart are. Discipling, something I have been taught, but am struggling to live in any way. What is this to me? To be discipled in my mind right now, means accepting someone else’s delusion, adopting someone else’s delusion as my own. But isn’t that the basis for all religion? Isn’t that why we have denominations? Difference in delusions?
Now I have met some people whose delusion breathes life into me, but at the same time offends my delusion.
Because I will be hammering out this idea for a while, I will continue this in the next blog.
