Doing to do, it's better not to do

Posted by Rollo
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Doing to do, it's better not to do

Yes, I know that "doing to do, better not to do" sounds like a phrase of the master Yoda but apart from the similarity with the pearls of the Star Wars character, I think it is not entirely wrong, especially when it comes to something that concerns your health, as in the case of physical activity and training. The idea of ​​this post came to my mind the other day, observing a person who was "training" alone in a Box doing a series of exercises in the worst possible way. And not so much for the load, which in fact was a small thing, but for the attitude with which this guy performed the movements and for some of the movements themselves.

I state that I have always been a curious nerd and I hardly take what I hear for good, always trying to fully understand, beyond the clichés, even simply for personal culture; especially when there is the possibility of incurring some injury. And maybe I am exaggerated and even a little obsessive in always wanting to know why I have to do a certain thing, in a certain way, at a certain point, but this has allowed me to get up to date in one piece and with tangible benefits.

I understand very well that people generally do not have time to deepen things, taken as they are by the frenzy of their existence, even if often this frenzy is precisely the result of the lack of awareness that leads, in fact, to do things just to do them, without understanding why. or if you can do them differently and maybe avoid them altogether.

Some do better than others

In my life I have been lucky enough to know and train with people who I like to define as naturally gifted for movements, persons able to learn and reproduce any movement pattern in a practically perfect way. Indeed No, not perfect; at CF-L2 we were taught that perfect is not to be said. Let's say optimal. I am talking about a few individuals who have this gift that makes them not only good at what they do, but also so beautiful and elegant to look at, which makes actually complex movements seem easy.

And I'm not necessarily referring to Olympic athletes or "professionals" but to people you can meet every day, in the box, in the gym, on the track, anywhere. They do well to train, compete, stand out, as if they have always done it and they are also absolutely aware of what they do. Aware in the sense that they have studied enough to understand the meaning of the movements they make and why it is better to do them in a certain way rather than another. They trust their coaches because they are able to evaluate and understand them and not just because they are nice. Coaches, the real ones, are almost never nice.

Maybe some of these athletes are not so naturally inclined to move well, but they put so much concentration on repeating their gestures in an attempt to improve every time, that in the end they still manage to be models. After all, training is needed precisely for this and not so much for a mere aesthetic or plastic purpose, but precisely to challenge oneself to do better and better.

Then there are the others

Then there are the rest of the people, those who do not know what commitment is, do not know concentration and do everything they are told to do, by anyone, convinced that jumping and hanging around here and there brings some result of some kind, which they will never get, precisely because of their passive approach. The commitment is always noticeable, even if one is a motor illiterate; maybe he will not become an example, but surely thanks to conscious practice he will be able to look back and appreciate his own progress, which is not measured only on the scales.

And so I go back to the person I was talking about at the beginning, struggling with a sit-up attempt, which probably no one has ever corrected or that maybe someone has corrected but to no avail. And then some push-ups and so on other exercises. I think it was a sort of circuit because he repeated the same sequence at least three times and each time he felt the same disinterest in doing something that was probably imposed but not wanted. Or wanted but not for himself, how much more to please someone else. I do not know. The only thing I know is that it made me so sad to see a person waste their time doing something just to do it. Maybe he could use that time to do something she did best at, that would give her more satisfaction. And she instead she was there, in the wrong place doing the wrong thing.

We owe it to ourselves

Who am I to judge? Nobody, indeed I often realize that I too am part of that group of motor illiterates but, at least, I put commitment and determination to the limit of stubbornness, in doing what I have chosen to do and that I have chosen to understand, study and apply. And I apply myself, a bit like when at school I learned to write in cursive and wrote pages after pages of "L - F" and "S" that just couldn't. 

I train hard because I chose it. Someone didn't force it on me, nobody made me do it. I chose. I also pay to do it and therefore, all the more reason, I put in 100 percent of what I have in terms of ability, concentration and awareness. Otherwise I would do something else. But it satisfies me and whatever effort I have to make I do it, knowing where it will take me. For myself.

I believe that each of us owes to himself the commitment to do the best possible in what he does and not because he has to compare himself with others, but to demonstrate to himself that he can do it, even if it is perhaps very difficult and not will come to excel. This is why when I enter a box and see those classes made up of people who seem to be reluctantly placed there, who perform exercises and movements just to perform them, who complain about everything, I wonder if it would not have been better for them to save the money. subscription and dedicating themselves to something could have given them greater satisfaction and fulfillment.

I don't know, maybe I'm too severe, but I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks like that or if there is someone else who sees it the same way.

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