“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light”

Go Gentle Into The Night

If you’ve read the back of our shirts and hoodies, you’ve seen the last two lines of the poem “Night” by Dylan Thomas. This poem was published in 1951 and was written for Mr. Thomas’s father whom, with failing health was also going blind (hence the dying of the light.

We all have one thing in common. Every day we gain a little more experience and we lose a little bit of our youth. This poem has a strong invocation for us to live boldly and fight. Everyone’s fight is different and can be towards regaining health and fitness. Battling against injury, job loss, loss of a loved one, disease or a countless number of other scenarios. At Starke we want people to get one percent better every day. We just want our athletes to come in and do their best. Move, have fun, and take that attitude out into the world and let it spill out into the rest of their lives. I’ve been lucky enough to train a handful of individuals for over fifteen years and when comparing them to sedentary individuals that I’ve known for the same fifteen year period, the difference is incredible.

From what I have seen and experienced I believe that movement, strength, and fitness is the fountain of youth and what we’re doing at Starke is helping people to “rage against the dying of the light”. The stronger, fitter and healthier someone is, the easier mental and physical challenges will be outside of the gym in everyday life. If lifting more weight, mastering a skill or movement, finishing a workout faster, or learning to work as a team happens in a workout, that confidence can help you get through some of those challenging times when the “dying of the light” comes around.

“NIGHT”
Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Paul Dyck – Starke Strength & Conditioning

Starke Strength

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