I consider my body a temple. Not in a religious sort of way, but in a way that people gather together and exchange things. I may be actually thinking of the bazaar found outside some temples where people exchange money for goods and other services.
As a youth, I spent more time reading than I did playing sports and the like. I didn’t care much for the competitive aspect back then. When I turned 15 I finally started to approach exercise in a serious way. I did a bit of running, but I spent most of my time weightlifting or in the martial arts.
I spent a few months studying judo, but by the end of the class I usually managed a serious headache. I always seemed to have these serious debilitating throbbing headaches. Those thankfully finally stopped by the time I turned 20.
After judo, I found karate more to my liking. Most of time I went to the closest YMCA and studied there for a few years. On occasion, we would all load up to go to central dojo on Main Street. These guys seemed like the masters of old. They all had amazing speed and agility.
I am going to spend the next few days going through some of the various excercise programs.
A bit of weights, running, karate, yoga and finally biking. You have a to keep the body confused at all times.