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    Quote Originally Posted by irongeek View Post
    All the things that Crookedfinger listed above. But for me, another wonderful "side-effect" of strength training is what it does for my mood. I've suffered depression the last 6 or 7 years on and off. Especially during the long, crappy, endless Michigan winters.

    I was on an SSRI for a couple of years for depression and didn't like the side-effects. I remember when I went off it - slowly weaning myself off the SSRIs. After a few weeks I started getting brain zaps. Literally, it felt like I would get an electrical shock to the brain for a second. Then I'd be fine. For a while during my "detox" from SSRIs, I'd get more than 10 zaps per hour. Luckily, thanks to the internet, I found it was not unusual to get this kind of reaction when coming off SSRIs and they would go away. They did. Took about a 6 weeks. Never again...

    A couple years later is when I started strength training after getting the blue book. I noticed during that winter when I'd normally get deep into my depressive hole that I just didn't feel bad at all. And on training days, I actually felt very good! No other "exercise" (cardio) did that for me -and I had tried that in the past. There's something about strength training that is different for me than lsd training in this regard.

    Now, I look at every training session as a "dose" of anti-depressant, so even on days I don't want to train, I get down to my basement and take my "dose" of meds. The effectiveness of this medication is excellent for me, and the side-effects (being strong, looking strong, and feeling strong) are a tremendous bonus.
    Ditto. I've noticed the same thing. I've never been on meds for depression (just figured it was just a funk most people go through), but have noticed my natural cynicism has been tamped way down since I began training. It does make a case for the human evolution as an animal that needs to be challenged and tested, and when not, symptoms of that lack of stimulus arise as not only physical maladies (obesity, diabetes, hypertension) but mental ones as well. Kind of like a horse left alone too long in the barn, pacing back and forth at the stall door; bored, atrophied and slowing going insane.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bestafter60 View Post
    So, all us geezer lifters fear a slow death, mostly after watching a loved one endure a protracted one; and, motivated by a clear understanding of "compression of morbidity", and the counteractive power of weightlifting, we choose to fight back aggressively by hardening our bodies and stockpiling reserves. That's easily 60% of my motivation, with a mix of vanity and current vitality making up the balance. How do you rank it?
    I cut and paste especially insightful or well-stated forum posts into Notes on my iPad. This made the roster. Very well stated, Best. 👍

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    Bill, thank you for the compliment, it's much appreciated!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bestafter60 View Post
    So, all us geezer lifters fear a slow death, mostly after watching a loved one endure a protracted one; and, motivated by a clear understanding of "compression of morbidity", and the counteractive power of weightlifting, we choose to fight back aggressively by hardening our bodies and stockpiling reserves. That's easily 60% of my motivation, with a mix of vanity and current vitality making up the balance. How do you rank it?
    I would not characterize Leonidas' "final roar" as fear.
    He was dying.
    We're all dying.
    This program is wheeling about from the cowering position... and roaring.
    "I will not go quietly" - Dr. Jonathan Sullivan

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    Didn't see the movie, but I'm guessing Leonidas faced swift death.
    Fear is recalling someone you loved with sundowners syndrome trying to escape the alzheimers ward, knowing they lived 10 more years but really didn't know it; looking for and employing all possible ways to avoid a similar fate.
    Sorry to burst your bluster, but fear has its place in men, and it's a powerful motivator.
    Dying fast is to die for!

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    Sorry.
    I'm not going to say you're wrong... because you're not.
    I didn't even say that Leonidas wasn't afraid... merely that I would not characterize it that way.
    You get to choose how you characterize reality, and, for me, roaring in the face of death, facing certain failure, is heroic.

    Your position is not only more rational (aka less delusional) but appears to be working for you. (so why change?)
    Some people... like myself... need a little extra something. How many people do we know who "know they should do the program"... but don't.
    All I can say is that I no longer "feel afraid", and this has given me the motivation I need.

    I offer an option. Not a judgement. In this matter, I am not so concerned that your beliefs are "right", I am concerned that they are effective.
    Everyone does not need the same thing. Choose the option that works for you.

    No need to worry about bursting my bluster.... The delusion runs strong in me. Some times logic is not enough.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Bestafter60 View Post
    Didn't see the movie, but I'm guessing Leonidas faced swift death.
    Fear is recalling someone you loved with sundowners syndrome trying to escape the alzheimers ward, knowing they lived 10 more years but really didn't know it; looking for and employing all possible ways to avoid a similar fate.
    Sorry to burst your bluster, but fear has its place in men, and it's a powerful motivator.
    Dying fast is to die for!
    There's a fine line between fear and rage. I find rage works better than fear to accomplish the elderly goals of this community. Whatever works.

    I read the following poem for myself...not for my loved ones fighting illness nor those who have passed.

    Do not go gentle into that good night

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    Quote Originally Posted by Smyth View Post
    Sure, for some people. But the difference is that weightlifting is something that goes more to a man's ego and his feelings of relative weakness and unmanliness. Fishing, less so.
    Not just a man's...

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    Don't go out with a whimper but a bang is the Eliot sentiment that has motivated me. I don't really care if someone thinks an old man is goofy for getting strong. I plan to bang into death.

    On that note I'm going to tell me boys when on my death bed, if I should have the chance."Now it's your turn to fend for yourselves. Best wishes."

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    Better poem:

    Ulysses
    Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1809 - 1892

    It little profits that an idle king,
    By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
    Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
    Unequal laws unto a savage race,
    That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
    I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
    Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
    Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
    That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
    Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
    Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
    For always roaming with a hungry heart
    Much have I seen and known—cities of men
    And manners, climates, councils, governments,
    Myself not least, but honored of them all,—
    And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
    Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
    I am a part of all that I have met;
    Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
    Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
    For ever and for ever when I move.
    How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
    To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
    As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
    Were all too little, and of one to me
    Little remains; but every hour is saved
    From that eternal silence, something more,
    A bringer of new things; and vile it were
    For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
    And this gray spirit yearning in desire
    To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
    Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
    This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
    To whom I leave the scepter and the isle,
    Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
    This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
    A rugged people, and through soft degrees
    Subdue them to the useful and the good.
    Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
    Of common duties, decent not to fail
    In offices of tenderness, and pay
    Meet adoration to my household gods,
    When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
    There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
    There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
    Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me,
    That ever with a frolic welcome took
    The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
    Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
    Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
    Death closes all; but something ere the end,
    Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
    Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
    The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
    The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
    Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
    ‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
    Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    Of all the western stars, until I die.
    It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
    It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    Though much is taken, much abides; and though
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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