Thursday, February 18, 2010
Not quite what I expected
Say you're someone who's always preferred reading and writing and drawing and playing the piano to running cross country. Say part of the reason is that you always run out of breath within two minutes and you hate feeling like a wimp. Say now you're older and wiser and realize that while reading and writing and drawing and playing the piano are still so much more enjoyable than running cross country, physical stamina is a very good thing that is worth pursuing.
What would you do.?
Well, you may put on your sneakers and start a very gentle program to build your endurance from, oh maybe walking 30 minutes in a session to eventually running 30 minutes? Sounds very doable, right?
What if, after a month of it, you still feel as wimpy and winded as you were? What would you think?
Just give it time. The stamina will come. It's common sense, right? Everybody knows that if you start training, you'll eventually get there.
But then a newest study shows that exercise won't boost endurance levels for 1 in 5 people.
What would you do then?
Cry? Curse your genes? Eat ice cream? Rant?
But what do you do with those sneakers?
Writers know the meaning of toil. We do it every day. For most of us, we do it with no real, tangible reward in sight. We do it for a variety of reasons: we love it, we can't not do it, we know it's the good thing to do, we know it's the right thing to do.
Then we are reminded that talent and luck do play a role. What if we are one of those people who don't really have the talent (the right genes that allow training to build our stamina) or the luck. What is the point then?
Those of us who have been slogging for a while at writing will have our own answers to this question. And we've kept our sneakers on. I would love to hear some of yours.
(Incidentally, here is an article that tries to balance the hype.)