I’m surprised I’m alive. I grow more and more surprised every day I drive my car. I’ve been driving since I was eighteen. The only thing I’ve hit into on the road was a deer. (And I should note, as most do: the deer hit me.) But every time I drive, I think… All it [...]
I’m surprised I’m alive. I grow more and more surprised every day I drive my car. I’ve been driving since I was eighteen. The only thing I’ve hit into on the road was a deer. (And I should note, as most do: the deer hit me.) But every time I drive, I think…
All it takes is one person to turn the wheel a little too much. Or a little too little. Boom. Crash. The First World mass has come to assume that every vehicle you pass on the road is going to stay in their lane and obey traffic signs. To do this, people have to be in control of their vehicle.
This means people have to use hand-eye coordination to a fine degree to cut turns. Have to have a sense of pressure sensitivity and coordination in their leg to push the gas pedal just right. Have to pay attention to the road and other passengers at speeds humans aren’t really built to consciously interpret.
Driving a car is insane. Really. And yet, millions of people drive a car. And of these millions, many have probably been labeled unatheltic or uncoordinated at some time in their life.
Think about people you went to high school with. Think to gym class. The lowest person on the physical totem pole. That dude is driving a car. He wasn’t able to throw a dodgeball, but he’s able to control a massive machine going sixty miles per hour on a highway. He’s able to park this five-foot long machine in a parking spot that’s six-feet wide.
And yet most people that learn how to drive probably can’t correctly squat…and a sect of people in that category probably see squatting or any other form of movement associated with barbell or bodyweight training and say, “I can’t.” Or, “I’m not coordinated enough.” Or, “Isn’t it dangerous?”
95% of what you need to learn, movement-wise, to look seriously well built, is pigeon poop compared to what it takes to drive a car. The difference is the culture and time barrier. For the most part, you’re expected to learn how to drive. Then you’re expected to drive every day. You’re expected to struggle at first. You’re expected to get better.
What would we be capable if we were all expected to learn how to move our body in the most basic patterns? And expected to do it every day? Expected to see success only after first seeing struggle?
At what point can we say that physical inability is merely a matter of priority?
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I’m enjoying: space heaters…it’s -1 °F in the sun.