The body is called a temple? It's said sometimes, but it's not correct for everyone.
For whatever reason, children with highly developed analytical and intellectual skills in the West usually don't gravitate towards more physical, strenuous, and intense activities. There's exceptions -- plenty -- but generally speaking, people who have extreme analytical mental ability tend to neglect their physical ability.
But then the body, a supposed temple, becomes a prison for the mind, dragging its possessor down into low energy, poor moods, and various aches and ailments and pains.
No, the body isn't a temple. The real temple is a place you like to engage in activities to be active and move and have your blood move and activate your muscles and get into motion.
And to succeed at that, especially if you're very analytical, you need to get your mind involved. Whether that be a competitive sport, or a set of exercises that you work towards constant form, or whether it's a game of increasing strength of flexibility or performance... regardless of the particular details, engaging the mind and body together becomes crucial for keeping your mind free and alive.
Perhaps then, gyms with free weights are temples built in iron, places you can go to worship and get into harmony. Is there anything so easy, and yet so challenging, as putting a little bit more weight onto the bar as sessions go by, refining and perfecting technique, and watching the marvelous feedback loop between mind and body?
The body isn't a temple. It's a worshipper. The temple is the field of play, the park, the river, the ocean, or -- my favorite -- the temple built of iron, where deadlifting plays god.
Looking at the gym as a temple is a novel philosophy. Have you ever taken up Yoga? If the temple is the gym, then Yoga would be the Puja on the ghats of the Ganges river.
That was an interesting use of the phrase of 'The body is a temple'. If i am not mistaken, that phrase was talking about taking care of the body as a form of praising God. (The God of the Bible.)
'The body isn't a temple. It's a worshipper' -- isn't saying the body is a temple saying it IS a worshipper?
I do agree with the idea behind it though... Take care of your body instead of focusing wholly on your mind and they will both benefit.
>"engaging the mind and body together becomes crucial for keeping your mind free and alive."
Yes, totally. I'd say something not well-known that helps in that connection is practicing ballroom dance. I started last year and am enjoying the hell out of it. Totally recommended, especially for those with a super-analytical mind (like mine); it helps to keep the sanity (and to socialize more too).
One of the greatest joys in the world is the iron gym.
What's an iron gym? It's hard to describe. It's easier to say what it's not.
An iron gym isn't a fancy fitness club. An iron gym doesn't offer jazzercise. An iron gym doesn't have wooden panelling and beautiful adornment. An iron gym doesn't have awesome, clean bathrooms. An iron gym's locker room is spartan, at best. An iron gym has mostly free weights, with very few machines. An iron gym isn't a place to mingle with the opposite sex. An iron gym doesn't offer yoga or other classes. An iron gym has no amenities, niceties, or anything like. An iron gym is usually obscure, with nothing special in real estate. It's often in a basement. An iron gym doesn't have a salesman to give you a tour of the place and show you around, doesn't ask for a one year commitment to join, or anything like that. An iron gym doesn't have fancy membership cards, swipe-in/swipe-out, or anything like that. You just show up and nobody hassles you.
So what's an iron gym? It's a spartan, bare bones place with free weights and a few very basic machines. It's often dirty and disorganized. There's no classes offered there. There's almost never women in an iron gym, if you go every day for an hour you'll maybe see a woman once a week. Maybe.
And I fucking love it. I love being at an iron gym. It's just a place to push iron. There's no posturing, no showing off, nothing like that. If you need a spot, someone will give you a spot. Everybody's cool. People don't talk too much, don't socialize too much. Nobody's doing business or trying to get a date or trying to move up the social hierarchy. There's just one thing there. Iron. And you lift and it's good.
On the last day of my last trip to Thailand, I learned about two things that I could have done if I had more time: pet a tiger and swim in a shark tank. Ever since then, I've been looking for an excuse to go back.
My excuse came this year when I discovered that flying from Tokyo to Berlin would cost about $600 one way, but that a one way ticket from Tokyo to Bangkok and another one from Bangkok to Berlin would cost $500 combined. I wasn't getting a free trip to Bangkok-- I was getting paid to stop there.
Bangkok has some amazing malls- the apparent king of them being Siam Paragon, at the Siam skytrain station. Besides a movie theater with fold-nearly-flat leather recliners complete with pillows and duvets, a Lamborghini dealership stocked with cars, and one of the best food courts I've ever seen, it also has an aquarium. A big aquarium.