Why you should workout

A while ago when I was traveling abroad, I had an interesting encounter with a bus passenger who would later motivate me to change my daily routines completely. I sat all the way in the back and this man sat directly in front of me. At the time, this man appeared to be frustrated at not being able to find what he had dropped under his seat. Eventually, he runs out of patience and screams across the bus demanding the driver to turn on the lights. The bus driver ignored him and continued to focus on the road. He yelled louder. Nothing. I felt bad, and wondered if I should help him. I told myself, “okay, I have my smartphone and he seems like he really needs to find whatever he dropped… screw it, why not?”

Me: “Excuse me, I have a flashlight on my phone. I can shine it whereve—”


Hmmm… did I do the right thing? Adrenaline rushed through my body and I had to make a decision quickly. To fight or flight. I decided to mirror what the driver did and acted as if nothing happened.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, then my friend next to me filled the void with, “We’re sorry!” My god, that was poorly timed and completely unnecessary, I thought to myself. Adrenaline rush #2 was quickly compounded onto the first. Suddenly, my friend and I became the defendant, while the plaintiff’s confidence was flying through the roof. He was feeling hot without scoring any points. So many different scenarios were playing through my head that time flew by and it was time to get off the time. As I was exiting, he was waiting outside, arms crossed, and starring me down like I was his prey. I looked past him, and kept moving forward while being distant enough so that he won’t be able to sucker punch me. Then I heard this:


Adrenaline rush #3 hit me pretty hard this time. My hands were trembling, my heart was pounding out of control, everything slowed down. This guy was still on fire, taunting me again and again. Then the person who sat two seats across me in the bus whispered, “ignore him, keep moving.” He* was right, who knows that man could be armed with a knife. A gun! I wanted no part of that. I continued walking.

Being a good friend that I am, I blew all my steam at my friend on why she made the worst move of the century by capitulating and saying those forbidden words, “sorry!”. I had two epiphanies once adrenaline had ran out. First, I realized how much of an asshole I am for taking it out at my friend who did nothing wrong since if anything, I’m the one who made the stupid move by offering to help this world-class citizen. In epiphany #2, I realized that none of this would have happened if I wasn’t such a skinny m*****f*****. Damn!

Even hyenas attack a lion if the king of the jungle looks weak or sick. To him, I must have resembled a weak, helpless, twig of a dying tree. The truth is, all of this nonsense could have been prevented if I only looked like this:

Muhammad Ali showing who’s champ after defeating Sonny Liston in 1965.
“I’m so mean I make medicine sick!”
-Muhammad Ali
Thank me later you will. Hmmph!

I am no Jedi… instead, I am an ectomorph, a hardgainer, a chopstick. People envy us for being able to eat everything we want and yet still have a 5% body fat. Well try eating your favorite food in 10,000 calories portions. How would you like them apples then?

What choice do I have?

But I don’t worry too much of my body type because no one has a perfect body out there. And if you are willing to be disciplined and put in the hard work, I don’t see why you can’t achieve what you envision. So if you want to protect yourself and others, don’t fight. Dedicate at least three days per week to sweat and invest in strengthening your body because the best way is to win the fight before it even starts.



*The man who told me I should just remain calm and keep walking is a retired executive of a big company. Before getting on the bus, we struck a conversation while waiting in line. He said he managed over 2000 employees during his tenure. Among many amazing insights he shared with me, he said in order to achieve success and happiness, I have to do something because I’m passionate about it, not because I want to get rich through it. The one who loves what he does will always outwork the one who chases money. Money isn’t the root of all evil. It’s the pursuit of money, that is evil.

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