Carll Tucker - Fear of Death 汉译

I hate jogging. Every dawn, as I thud around New York City’s Central Park reservoir, I am reminded of how much I hate it. It’s so tedious . Some claim jogging is thought conducive; others insist the scenery relieves the monotony. For me the pace is wrong for contemplation of either ideas or vistas. While jogging, all I can think about is jogging – or nothing. One advantage of jogging around a reservoir is that there’s no dry shortcut home.<?xml:namespace prefix = o />

From the listless looks of some fellow trotters, I gather I am not alone in my unenthusiasm: Bill-paying, it seems, would be about as diverting. Nonetheless, we continue to jog; more, we continue to choose to jog. From a wide range of opportunities, we select one that we don’t enjoy and can’t wait to have done with. Why?

For any trend, there are as many reasons as there are participants. This person runs to lower his blood pressure. That person runs to escape the telephone or a cranky spouse or a filthy household .Another person runs to avoid doing anything else, to dodge a decision about how to lead his life or a realization that his life is leading nowhere .Each of us has his carrot and stick .In my case, the stick is my slackening physical condition, which keeps me beating opponents at tennis whom I overwhelmed two years ago. My carrot is to win.

Beyond these disparate reasons, however, lies a deeper cause. It is no accident that personal fitness and health have suddenly become a popular obsession. True, modern man likes to feel good, but that hardly distinguishes him from his predecessors.

With their myopia, economists like to claim that the deeper of cause of everything is economic. Delightfully, there seems no marketplace explanation for jogging. True, jogging is cheap, but then not jogging is cheaper. And the scant equipment which jogging demands must make it a marketer’s least favored form of recreation.

Some scout-masterish philosophers argue that the appeal of jogging and other body maintenance programs is the discipline they afford. We live in a world in which individuals have fewer and fewer obligations. The work week has shrunk. Weekend worships less compulsory .Technology gives us more free time. Satisfactorily filling free time requires imagination and effort .Freedom is a wide and risky river; it can drown the person who does not know how to swim across it. The more obligations one takes on, the more time one occupies, the less threat freedom poses. Jogging can become an instant obligation. For a portion of his day, the jogger is not his own man; he is obedient to a regimen he has accepted.

Theologists may take the argument one step further. It is our modern irreligion, our lack of confidence in any hereafter, that makes us anxious to stretch our mortal stay as long as possible. We run, as the saying goes, for our lives, believing that these are the only lives we are likely to enjoy.

All of these theorists seem to me more or less right .As the growth of cults and the resurgence of enthusiasm for the military draft suggest, we do crave commitment .And who can doubt, watching so many middle-aged and older persons torturing themselves in the name of fitness, that we are unreconciled to death, more so perhaps than any generation in modern memory?

But I have hunch there’s a further explanation of our obsession with exercise I suspect that what motivates us even more than a fear of death is a fear of dearth .Our era is the first to anticipate the eventual depletion of all nature resources. We see wilderness shrinking; rivers losing their capacity to sustain life; the air, even the stratosphere, being loaded with deadly junk. We see the irreplaceable being squandered, and in the depths of our consciousness we are fearful that we are creating an uninhabitable world, We feel more or less helpless and yet, at the same time, desirous to protect what resources we can. We recycle soda bottles and restore old buildings and protect our nearest natural resource-our physical health-in the hope that such small gestures will help save an earth that we are damaging. Jogging becomes a sort of penance for our sins of greed, and waste. Like a hairshirt or a bed of nails, the more one hates it, the more virtuous it makes one feel.

That is why we jog. Why I jog is to win at tennis.