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<h1>How weak I am</h1>
<p>You start to realise how pathetic any normal person like us really is when you glance towards the top.
You see people lifting 200kg or more on their shoulders, hanging effortlessly apparently in defiance of gravity
off the side of a pole, climbing trees like their ancestral DNA had been fully unlocked, running at breakneck
pace as though it were a mere footrace; basically, I feel very, very weak in comparison.
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<p>Obviously, it's no surprise that the rank amateur can't compare himself to the masters,
but it does make me ashamed to think that, with my current level of strength, should a time come
when it is put to the test, it will most certainly yield to most anyone my better.
If something were at stake in an altercation, like an encounter with violence, I couldn't do much
to protect anything. I resolved as I began to make some minor progress that that has to change.
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<p>It's far too arrogant still for me to claim anything of the sort, but they say that as one progresses
in something, they contrarily realise just how far away they really are from being capable of the very
best; the more competent, the more humble and reserved, and the more inadequate, the more arrogant.
In the end, I'm glad at least to have been able to witness, through places like YouTube,
just how hopelessly far away from the top I am as I am now, and how impossible it likely is
to make it there. The redeeming silver lining, however, is that that all isn't necessary at all.
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<p>My personal goals revolve around the same notional goal as "calisthenics": to maximise the beauty of the body.
Again, I must apologise for the grandiosity I seem to be exuding, but my dream is not to stun people in the
streets with a six-pack of abs or a tanned-up beach bod, but rather to make the most of what the body already has
inside it; to unlock first of all its strength, and secondly to harness it in synergistic beauty so as to
control it elegantly and handle it with grace. To be able to walk around with every muscle efficiently
supporting my gait, and to bend in gentle loci described by a body that's in total control of its movements.
That's all i really mean. However pretentious that still does sound, though…
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<p>So, even though once I do reach such a stage, it'll be very dubious to claim any level of strength at all,
I can still be glad that my goal is achieved. Even if unable to master the heights of professional athletics,
I can still master my own body.
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