The Experiment

I've been thinking about health a lot at work. I'm constantly getting emails dismissing the quote "A real man doesn't care about his health" a sentiment completely expressed by this man and Ralphie May's girth. My company will do anything to push their fitness rank to the top of the corporate ladder including contests with prizes varying from an hour of personal attention with a young flexible yoga instructor to a free turkey for working out the most in a given week. While I don't wish to bemoan these "exercises" of persuasion and commendation, I view them as hollow and temporary. In order to maintain a level of fitness a person must have a desire that extends beyond something that parallels a Shaw's Card reward system. Since I'm a young guy, I'm not looking to avoid high cholesterol, diabetes, and all those nasty cardiac diseases that have become a physician's best friend. I need a motivation that runs deeper than the veins in a Dwight Howard bicep. I want to take an analytical approach to shaping my body that doesn't include counting calories and inch reduction, but instead emphasizes speed, agility, power, and athleticism. I want to be driven by the science of the body and search for my own Carnot efficiency, my greatest physical limit. Everyday I watch sports and marvel at the grace of people who dedicate their lives to getting striations in their asses and upping their verts to 40"and I want a taste of that. That's why these next 30 days of my life will be known as "The Experiment." Much like the actors in the 300 I want to pull a Rick Ross and push it to the limit and see what I am capable of. Unlike them, my diet won't be on complete Kate Hudson mode, but I will be abstaining from alcohol and real shitty food. Again this is not to get thinner or improve my health, but only to see how much I can athletically evolve in the matter of a month. I don't plan on using the blog as a health journal, but I will produce a complete project wrap-up when The Experiment has ended. It's combine time baby.