Long ago, in a time long forgotten, there was a boy who dreamed of being a champion. He lived in a small village in ancient Europe. The homes of the village were built into the foot of a hill, in a clearing surrounded by thick evergreen trees. The terrain was rough, the weather unforgiving and the forests filled with danger, from great beasts to rival village warriors. The village was small, but it was the oldest village in the area. It had withstood countless storms and enemy attacks and the longstanding survival of its people was legendary for miles around.
The strength of the village lay in its balance, and the way teachings and methodologies passed down through generations. They did not have the strongest man – he could be found in the village of Endo – or the best endurance runner; he lived on the flatlands, in the village of Ecto.
However, overall, the village of Meso, in Symmitaria, had the most versatile and adept group of hunters, warriors, skilled craftsmen and knowledge-bearers in the land. The villagers of Meso were not all born with natural abilities; it was the knowledge passed through ancestry that gave them their skills and strengths.
The boy’s father was one of the village’s finest warriors, known for his combination of strength, speed and manoeuvrability. He had also risen up the ranks of the village community and was a respected member of the village knowledge-bearers. Even when he was extremely busy with his duties in the village, he would spend an hour per day lifting logs, doing pull-ups on trees, or running after his children. He always took time to sleep sufficiently and would eat multiple times during the day. The food was simple: small amounts of chicken and freshly grown vegetables. Like any of the village men, at times he would feast on exotic and delicious foods and drink ales, but for the most part he ate nutrient-dense foods and frequently encouraged his son to do the same.
One day, the small boy’s father took him on a trading visit to the nearest villages. An hour or so before leaving, they ate a hearty breakfast of eggs and delicious oats, in preparation. They set out on the hour-long jog through tough, muddy terrain. The boy had started his warrior training, but still found it hard to keep up with his father, whose lean, muscled physique seemed to bounce over the earth and slide up and over any of the large obstacles with relative ease.
You can read the full story of the Legend of The Symmitarian in
The Lean Exec Book by Neill David Watson (published by Bigger Brother).
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