Posted: Thursday, June 21, 2012 8:00:49 PM
One of my favorite sports to do is jogging, if that can barely be called a sport. I used to run outside with my mom and a family friend. I used to hate it until I got going. But once the blood began to pulse through my weak body, once the thin muscles pumped up, once the sweat shined my forehead, I was hooked. The icy winter air blasted through my sweaty scalp creating that perfect jogging feeling. I could go forever… at least until my body admitted to the scaly claw of teenage tiredness. But then I lost my jogging partners. I considered quitting, but the urge to get out and feeling that surging blood was sure a whole lot stronger than any teenage claw. So I began to jog alone. I still got that amazing feeling, but a large chunk seemed to be bit off. I needed companionship to help what I love come back to life.
My dad and I had a conversation once, about kids my age. He tells me that we don’t have the same fun that he and his friends did at his age. They played football all the time and whenever they weren’t at school, they were having a good outside time. I was left to try and defend my generation, but honestly I wasn’t left much to work with. The little bit of putty with the, “We like to talk all the time. We love to communicate,” excuse, wasn’t enough to form a wall of hard core explanation why we don’t ever go outside. I was left wondering: why don’t we go outside? Facebook is a lame excuse, so is bugs, or disease, or sunburn, or cuts and bruises and blisters.
I remember when I used to play outside all the time, on my bike with my friends. We’d ride all over my neighborhood. We’d have more fun getting into trouble than staring at a computer screen tapping keys. Why would we want to give up that sort of fun? That got me to a somewhat good conclusion: peer pressure. How does that have anything to do with laziness you ask? I’ll tell you. See, it must’ve started with some lazy guy who could’ve been pretty popular in school. That person’s fat butt influence pressured the wannabe-populars into staying in a dark room staring at the screen. Of course that could be only part of the reason. There’s websites that just attract people to play or do whatever on. I’m not saying that’s bad at all, I’m just saying that they should have real fun.
Human beings are meant to be outside, and don’t let some stupid invention stop us from having a good, healthy life. Nature has the beauty no camera can catch, only the eyes of anyone who searches it out. Who cares about cuts and bruises? Man up America and stop making excuses to be cool.