The picture you see below and to the left is very important to me. It matters to me greatly. It was taken in May of 1960, a month before my third birthday. The four boys and the man in this picture, along with my mother Melody, are who matter most in my life. I love them..them being my father, Nick, and my three older brothers in descending order. Jim. Tom. Dan. I’m the really short but adorable one in the front, reaching up to block my brother Dan’s face. He deserved it…for nicknaming me ‘The Leech’, a name that has solidly found it’s own place in our family history. I just wanted to hang out with you and the big bros. A lot! All the time! Your every second breathing air! Is that so wrong?? And as much as I love these guys, as good as they were to me as a kid growing up (except for the Leech thing), as excellent men and human beings as they are today…I am totally glad I’m not like them any more than I am. That’s the truth. I know that sounds harsh. I’ll explain my bluntness shortly and disclose to you here and now that I take after my mom. And that makes me really happy! For the most part anyway. Sorry, Mom. I could have been a little taller. Would a towering 5’7″ have been too much to ask for? Mom is a shorty pop at all of 5’2″… with eyes of blue. I am a staggering 5 feet, 6 & 1/2 inches tall! And that’s if it happens to be a really good hair day. Really good.
My father was a pretty good looking guy, in my opinion, and with my mom I think they did ‘ok’ looks wise in the kid department. And although it pains my older brothers to this day that Nick and Melody saved the best for last when it comes to not breaking a mirror (something I keep having to remind them of often it seems…and do), they did acquire some benefits that dear old dad did not bequeath to his youngest. That would be me.
Two of the benes doled out of Pop’s gene pool were his stature and his athletic ability. My father was around 6 feet tall and he could throw a pass, he could catch a bass, and he could kick one’s uhh, hmm….arse in self defense, of course! ( I know. The obvious word would have been so perfect!) My big brothers were all that and then some. They were total studs when it came to football, basketball, baseball and track. I was a total stud at chorus, speech & debate and, of course…the drama club. They were big enough and tall enough to excel in sports, and excel they did. I, on the other hand, excelled at being ‘gnome like’ and singing really edgy songs such as the rebellious Guantanamero and the angst ridden Rainy Days & Mondays in chorus. In the front row. So you could see me. Dan, the shortest of my big bubs is still a good 3 inches taller than I. Tom is about 6’1″ and my eldest bro, Jim, lands somewhere in between those two altitudes. I’m fine with being short. Really. The fog at these levels bothers me from time to time, but for the most part…I have embraced my vertical challenge.
So, why have I bothered to blog about how ‘the other brother from the same mother’ types are more similar to dad than I am? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s all about genetics, mostly anyway! Ok, let’s just say that genetics play an important role in how you turn out and what you are able to do. And seeing as I write a health and fitness blog…it’s all about genetics and how they can affect your own adventure in fitness.
Sensitive as I am to the needs of those of you reading, including my interest in holding your interest, there will be for the first time ever at TedGuiceFitness.com/blog….a ‘part two’! A second show! Another chapter…a Double Dip, if you will! So hang tight with me and look for the other half of ‘Who Are You? It Matters.’ We’ll get to the realities, the challenges and possibilities of the gene pool you’re in and how that affects your own unique journey towards optimum health, peak physical fitness and quality of life on the road ahead. Thanks so much for being here with me at TGF.com. You matter! And I’ll be back shortly (sorry. I had to.) with more. Until then…live robust! My Very Best To You. Ted