Science leads us to believe that almost every unfortunate genetic condition will run through your bloodline. Chronic diseases have a particular fondness for genetic disposition. If a mother or a father gets diagnosed with diabetes, it is most likely that the kid will inherit a couple of genes that push him/her in the direction of the disease. And this is easy to believe because unfortunately, we live in a country where diseases are more common that fitness regimens.

I'm a trainer, and I've been in the business for so long that my immediate family no longer considers it a joke when I say that fitness runs in my blood.


How my kid blew my mind!

A few years back, my wife and I were blessed with a baby boy. We named him Jayesh, symbolic of the victories I wish for him. Since most of my time is spent at the gym, he received a lot of babysitting exposure amidst cardio equipment, dead weights and bench press setups. Jayesh's nannies were the fleet of trainers who carried him around all day. And his curiosity towards all things related to fitness seemed only natural.


Like every fitness maniac, I'm guilty of missing a few days. I'm not going to go out there and scream it off the rooftops, but I take a few days off from my schedule every now and then, and when that happens, I always make it a point to do some functional training at home (read: air squats, couch-assisted crunches and the works).

This was one of those days, and I snuck out of bed, did some mild spot cardio, and began with a set of forty air squats. To my utter surprise, Jayesh had quietly followed me out of bed, snuck up behind me, and was executing the same squats in perfect form!

To be honest, I was too overwhelmed with the revelation to exude pride, pleasure or fear of any kind. I just kept watching him. Later, unbeknownst to his mother, I took the liberty of placing him (with guided supervision) amidst some basic fitness gear, like the kind of rubber tyres we use for deadlifts. One of my trainers carried and placed him inside the ring. We imagined he would do exactly what every other kid in a tyre ring would do - try to play with it, or sit down and cry.


Jayesh tried to lift the tyre.

When he started walking without assistance, we started bringing him a lot more frequently to the gym, and it took him almost no time at all to start making friends with the mean machines around him. He was a natural on the treadmill, even at speeds that usually beat the crap out of some of my most dedicated clients.

My wife and I have often speculated about the kind of wisdom that parents pass on to their kids. We've seen this a lot - music runs through families, really bright parents yield really bright kids (sorry if that came out a bit crude, but it's true).

There is every reason for me to belive that the drive and commitment that you show towards fitness today, will in some form appear in your gene pool.

I am just as proud as any father in my position would be, but I'm not vain enough to suggest that my son has supernatural abilities. The fact that he is into fitness at an age where he can't make sense of syllables, is owed partly towards his constant exposure to a fitness-obsessed environment, and I think, in part, hardwired into his DNA.

I don't know when Jayesh will be old enough to read this post and appreciate it. But if you can understand or appreciate the sentiment behind me saying this, I request you to think about it for some time. Maybe share the article, that would mean a lot too!

Mostly though - While fitness is and always will remain food for your own soul, it's just an added layer of happiness that you can pass on this commitment to your future kid someday!

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