If you build it, he will come. That line, made legendary by the 1989 film Field of Dreams, still resonates with a lot of people. I think that's because it says everything about what we instinctively know to be true about pursuing our own dreams.
Ever get to the point when you’ve read so much depressing news that your brain and heart reach some kind of maximum density and you just feel defeated by it all? I must admit that despite my usually relentless optimism, I was there last month.
When we think of champions, we think of people who have accomplished things beyond the bounds of accepted belief or expectation. While such feats might require tremendous strength or ingenuity, in many cases there's another underlying requirement: courage.
For far too long now, the pursuit of fitness has been equated with individual achievement. In the media and general culture, fitness has typically been about performance (who can go farthest, fastest), or it's been about possession – washboard abs and seductive good looks. The body as object.
I just realized that this year marks my 30-year fitness anniversary. I was 13 when I started working out and I've been doing it ever since, studying and experimenting with all sorts of different sports and fitness techniques along the way.