Week 44: The Gym

 


Meet Your New Inspiration

If you’re seeking fitness inspiration, look no further than this baby: Jude Ellis Theivamanoharan.

This week Jude attended his first Gymboree class, whose play-centred approach leads to enhanced physical development.

After just one session, Jude went from not being able to pull himself up, to being able to pull himself into standing position. Some might call this natural coincidence, but in no way is it coincidence. So how did he do it? We asked his dad Ryan to provide the answers.

Men’s Fitness: How did Jude make such rapid progress in an hour’s session?

Dad: It comes down to 100% commitment. Success is 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration. Jude sweats for his victories. If you’re not perspiring, you’re not aspiring is what we keep telling him. By the end of his session the staff had to mop the floor: the moisture that emanated from him was a health and safety risk. He gives everything to be the best version of himself.

Men’s Fitness: Did it surprise you what he achieved?

Dad: Surprise would suggest doubt and I don’t experience doubt when it comes to Jude. Doubt is a ceiling. We don’t put ceilings on Jude. Not even glass ones. He is a house without a roof. A sightseeing bus. An open-top car. Even the sky is not the limit. There are no limits.

Men’s Fitness: What do you put your rapid progress down to?

Dad: He eats well. Due to his allergies, he has a wheat and dairy-free diet. Do you know who else has such a diet? Novak Djokovic. Essentially, he eats like the greatest tennis player of all time. He has fruit for breakfast, sweet potato for lunch and an assortment of vegetables for dinner. We’ve tried offering him apple pie and custard, sticky toffee pudding, ice cream sundae but he just turns his nose up. His body is a temple – and we should all worship there.

Men’s Fitness: What’s next for Jude?

Dad: Now, he can stand up. Walking is the next natural step. But we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves with walking: he’s still young. I say to him, ‘Jude: don’t worry about walking. Just one step at a time, son.’

Men’s Fitness: Thank you.

Dad: Thank you.

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