We only have a moment. For the NON- fitness types who live to seek comfort, pleasure, entertainment and intellectual significance, life may sound like this:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And to all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Shakespeare didn't do Boot Camp. See, every tomorrow is another opportunity. We do not set a petty pace from day to day. We are not a walking shadow or a poor player. We may strut and fret to break the monotony of the daily discipline. But a tale told by and for another is not a tale Told by an idiot, signifying nothing.
Another Englishman from another script said it like this:
"We've always been proud of our athletic prowess. We believe, we've always believed, that our games are indispensable in helping to complete the education of an Englishman. They create character, they foster courage, honesty and leadership. But most of all, an unassailable spirit of loyalty, comradeship, and mutual responsibility."
