The sun was setting, the sweat was pouring down, the shirt was soaked through, the weights were getting heavier and heavier with each set, the situps were tougher by the 75th one and the power snatch was exhausting. But then ,for extra credit on no exam that I could see, we had to run.
The perfect way to end the day.
Why? That question was the first question we were asked in our first day of class. 1963. Penn State. Philosophy class.
The professor wrote…"why?"
We pondered and made all kinds of post high school grunts and moans.
He stared at us and said…"why not?"
Exactly.
At the end of a day, a grueling workout….why not.
An ageless experiment.