My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

I'm sitting here sore all over. I'm tired. I'm worn out. There is not a muscle in my body that is not sore in one way or another. I've been over doing it. It always seems to take me an entire day of doing nothing to par-recover and about a week to full-recover, or at least, recover to a point where I feel I am fully recovered. It is always difficult to tell if you are fully recovered or not. Your body has strange ways of making you think it is better than it is, and when faced with adversity, usually has a way of overcoming it, by puting in extra effort, or having some part of it compensate for another part.

Speaking of one body part compensating for another. They've always told me that the best way to build up your upper body muscles is to build up your lower body first. Apparently your upper body will not get bigger than your lower body can sustain, which makes sense enough to me - it seems highly logical. However, people in a wheel chair have no lower body at all and this aspect of them wastes away - I guess I've answered my own question in my previous words - it's compensating out of necessity, something that in an able bodied person is not necessary. It's really just a weaker form of evolution which has me thinking about something that very few people seem to understand, think much about, or even realise - man's continued evolution. I shall tackle this line of thought later this week. For now, this meek engineer shall retire to some mind numbing television and mindless banter.
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