I don’t know that I could put it a better way then Rudy over at The Outlaw Way put it. In today’s post he talks about how olympic lifts aren’t used in every day life, and most of the movements aren’t, but as he put it:
I will likely never have the chance to “prove my fitness” like the gentlemen in the previous paragraph. I use my strength for the most part to move furniture and put carry-ons into overhead bins. I use my power to toss a 55# redhead high enough out of the pool to make her think she may never splash back into the water. I use my (minuscule) endurance to install pull-up bars, mow lawns, and push strollers through airports while carrying a myriad of toys, bags, and formula delivery devices that feel an awful lot like a 40# vest when they’re all added together. It’s great to have the ability to do all these things, but these are not life or death scenarios and situations. I wonder if my time might not be better spent reading a book, or learning some sort of a craft or new skill.
BOOM, couldn’t have said it better. I was thinking about this post as I was able to carry a 40 pound bag of chicken feed on one shoulder and my 35 pound daughter in my other arm 100+ yards to the chicken coop without breaking a sweat or having to switch arms, or drag the trampoline 20 feet so we can mow under it.
Rudy sums up the post by saying, “I’ll take a little knee pain, and the $200 I paid for my Romaleos, if it means I don’t have to live with the fear of being unprepared for whatever physical test life may throw at me.” (Rudy Nielson, The Outlaw Way)
I encourage you to read the whole post.