Big John Krickovich stepped out of the cart, his drive safely in the center of the fairway. The 17th hole at Lookout Point Country Club in Fonthill, Ontario was tough. The predominant breeze was in your face. The fairway was ever soft, allowed no roll and stretched the par four to a challenging length - a wood or long-iron approach. John knew it. He'd been there before.
Krickovich held more than a dozen course records in upstate New York. The man could play and he could eat. There was nothing small about John.
His playing partner remained in the cart, observing the procedures. Sam Balsam had his own stellar resume (a three handicap, always a contender) that was accompanied by a cigar he removed only when necessary.
Necessity had arrived.
"What ya' hittin?" asked Sam as John pondered his shot.
"Four iron," mumbled John.
"Naw, not enough. You need the three."
John hesitated while both reiterated their positions. He stuck to his guns.
"You'll never make it."
"Ehh."
John wound up and took his customary five-pound divot. The ball soared through that pro trajectory of his - low to start, rising to a crescendo - and landed like a feather. Two hops and in.
John's eagle resounded over the adjacent fairways and provoked a cigar removal.
"Well," said Sam, "I guess you were right."
I won't waver in my belief that low-volume, high-intensity exercise as advocated by Arthur Jones is without a doubt the most efficient and effective way to produce all the potential benefits of exercise. Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
It's not a question of right or wrong. There are many ways to skin a cat, but there is a best way. When all is said and done, I'm hoping that the words of my buddy Sam resound loud and clear in the direction of those who advocate the virtues of Proper Strength Training.
