Sometimes while working out at home I catch Buddha (my lab) just kind of watching me doing squats or pushups or pullups or burpees with this look on his face that says, “You feed me, walk me, scratch me, and water me and I love you for it, but what in Dog’s name are you doing?” He probably thinks I’m insane. You can’t really blame the guy. I mean, the stuff we do for exercise is pretty silly:
You’re walking on a treadmill, literally going nowhere for miles at a time.
You’re pedaling like a madman, but instead of seeing the landscape unfold in front of you, you’re watching MSNBC with closed captioning on.
You’re picking up a metal bar with weights on either end and putting it back down over and over again.
Hanging from an overhead bar, you pull yourself up toward it until your chest touches, then go back down and repeat it several dozen times.
Is it any wonder that many people find modern exercise to be meaningless?