We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I think that is part of why so many people get satisfaction, if not pleasure, from spending 5 or 6 hours per week maintaining or building physical fitness.
Fitness goals are simple and measurable. Furthermore, the relative mindlessness of it is a relief from the stresses that other life goals give us. For me, workout sessions lift me out of my mind into a pure animal zone of bodily effort. It is my form of meditation (if meditation implies emptying one's mind). Playing sports does something like that, as does sex. Regardless of age, don't underestimate the importance of sex.
I do not mean to say that sports are mindless, but once you get used to a sport, much of it is reflex. That is training: Down the line or cross-court.
Recreation: Hiking, sports, swimming, and general functioning/vitality are rewards for fitness.
When I was young exercise was always to see how much I could do. I would do 20 pushups and feel so good I would keep going to see if I could do 30, and as I neared 30 no matter how I felt physically my mind was telling me I can do 40. etc. I can remember in the 7th grade in gym every boy had to go through a physical challenge test and we were doing sit ups on an inclined board. I didn't stop. My gym teacher had to come over and insist I stop doing sit ups. I did hundreds of them and would still be doing them (LOL) if he hadn't stopped me.
Now at age 80 I do 10 pushups every day. The first one I'm not sure that once I go down that I'll be able to push up but somehow I do it. I do the next four feeling the same, will I just stop and lay there awhile? But after the fifth one I begin the count down. Number 7 feels like I'm almost done but then I realize I have 3 more to go. I finish number 8 and I think "damn 2 more, will I make it?" Finally finish number 10 and lay down turn over to get ready for leg lifts while I wonder what happened to my get up and go.
I'm too tired to discuss my leg lifts, let me catch my breath...