Re: Cro_Magnon Fitness Ideas :-)

I'm including this incidence as a cro-magnon's inadvertent attempt at fitness for a reason:
https://streamable.com/p6zemm
There is a school of fitness in Iran that its originator was an Armenian Iranian whose main (open) profession was teaching French language. A bit on that: In those years (end of 1930s to end of 1950s) French was the second language of choice in Iran for international communication and access to scientific and other academic journals and texts, etc. Iranian politicians outside Iran learned and spoke French, not English. For a brief 10 year period before that, from about 1935 to 1945, German was the language of choice for all such activities, but that changed after WWII.
I still remember old Iranian men and women knowing a good bit of German in my early childhood, but throughout my childhood French still ruled as the favorite second language.
So the market to teach French in Tehran was good in those years, But the knowledge to teach it couldn't come out of nowhere, cause it hadn't been taught (yet) in high schools. So those Iranians whom their backgrounds had exposed them to it first, learned and then began teaching it to others, making some money on the side. Such Iranians were the Armenians, Gorjestanis, some Polish men and women, and just about every well-doing Jewish Tehranis. They were men as well as women. Both did it.
Well, this particular Armenian French teacher had his own private little school for teaching French set up in a few rooms of his old Tehrani style nice large home not that far from the ministry of finance. Most of his clients were employees of that ministry. Teaching fitness to those same clients was his other activity for which he charged separately :-)
God knows what other professions he may've had, as Tehran had been packed for about a decade with spies of all major forces in the world. Armenians were usually Stalin's spies. Jews were usually Americans' and Brittons' spies. Parsi Indians who had businesses in Tehran were always - without exception - British spies. And Germany who had many spies in Iran had picked them from ordinary normal Iranians who were well-doing and educated, but after WWII the numbers had quickly gone to zero.
Most these spies worked as double agents because it is extremely hard to make a pure dedicated spy out of an Iranian to work only for a non-Iranian power. Even as Jews or Armenians, etc, when they are raised in Iran and have absorbed what Iran offers to her citizens, a connection is made at the bottom of the heart level that's really impossible to break.
That's for instance why even Israelis helped Khomeyni in that imposed 1980-88 war. Also that is the reason Iran could not be turned into a colony of a major power. All these "MKO" members today that you've been paying for decades to create trouble in Iran? Every one of them has served Iran too. Without exception. "Spying" itself was invented in Iran, mind you. You can't beat them to that. Darius established its foundations, and institutionalized it. Your "Jesus" was an Iranian spy. Your "Three Magi" were Iranian spymsters. Iranians not only fucked your Neanderthal mothers from 44k to 24k years back, creating you who stand right now looking at yourselves in the mirror, but affected your history, saved you from Mongols, and gave you science and religion both!
So you may now throw a glimpse or two at why there are no Iranian spy of yours that isn't a double agent. Why there _is_ still an Iran today, to begin with. And why Iran will outlast the entire European and American cro-magnon funky nations.
So this handsome, tall, well-built and well-developed entrepreneurial Tehrani Armenian, most likely had other sources of income also to afford such a house :)
Back to fitness now :-)
The guy was heavily into fitness. He had studied, developed, created, and invented his own ideas of fitness. Had made his own school of fitness in fact. And his clients would swear to its effectiveness and benefits. He had _hand-drawn_ and typed his own manuscripts for clients to follow its special steps of the daily exercises (all his French teaching material were also hand typed by himself). It was a complete work, including progression, variation, finisher, primer, "deload", etc, anything that a nice procedure should cover but without creating a burnout. It did not believe in concept of burnout in exercises (probably to prevent mental stress buid up). The booklets were free for each new client, part of what he charged them per session. I remember how it looked inside. The pages were larger than usual, and it had black typed letters mixed in with red and blue colored elaborate drawings of various positions and stuff. All hand-made.
But the overall idea of the exercises was making sure to include completion of two objectives in each session: You had to exercise to a level that you'd profusely sweat no matter in what weather you were, and then right after, either swim in your pool for a couple of minutes, or if you didn't have a pool in your house, you had to empty a big bucket of water on the top of your head downward a few times over. In any weather! Tehran is hot during summer, so no problem there. But do you know how cold it is in Winters? It has three months of biting cold winter because the weather is essentially that of a mountain's.
So the gal in the clip above, when I saw how she got submerged into icy cold water, did complete the second objective of that school of exercise after all :-) Hehe :)
I remember how that teacher looked like. My mother was away for some days, I think visiting her family, and my father had to take me along to that exercise class for two or three days. I simply fooled around by myself in the cold large yard while a group of 20 or so enthusiasts, including my father, were ferociously exercising at the command and direction of the Armenian guy, together with him, and of course at the end, they all dived into the huge pool in the middle of the yard splashing and shouting at the top of their voices, smack in the coldest winter afternoons!..
As I recall right now, the Armenian man appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties — though he might have been older, as he had a healthy look about him. I also remember how he moved, with the effortless grace and confidence of a seasoned gymnast, tall and poised, striking the perfect balance — never exaggerated, but never lacking!.. Never too fast, and never too slow. One day my father came home and said the guy had suddenly died. Had been found in his yard dead on the ground by his part-time maid. That points to possible spy activities in his background. He may've been involved in pro-Soviet activities. And this was still 1950s.
 From then on, my father did the exact same exercises early in the morning at home before going to his job at the ministry. And in those few years still living in the middle of Tehran, our "pool" was too little to swim in (comfortable for ornamental fish though). So my father, even in coldest early mornings in winter, would break the ice at the top of the water, and fill up bucket after bucket with zero degree water, and emptied them on his head and body after some vigorous exercise inside... I, my two elder brothers, and sometimes even my mother (my sisters weren't born yet), would look at him from behind frozen window glass, wondering and shivering at the same time...
I still remembered the Armenian's name in 1980s cause I remember writing something about him in a letter to my father. But I have forgotten his name now. He lived in the typical traditional Tehrani style home, in one of the best of them. Large, wide, with all the elements in place. A tiny form of that architecture which was usually for a newly wed couple is like this, I mean the yard part:
https://i.postimg.cc/htCCGZqg/small-one-family-traditional-home.jpg
But the large ones instead of that little "pool" in there, have a fully fledged swimming pool in the middle, and the number of rooms on all four sides are so many that often several relatives lived in them with their own families and shared the yard together for various events that always held in the yards, from religious processions to happy ancient holidays' festivities. This is an example of a moderately large traditional Tehrani house: (again just the yard of it)
https://i.postimg.cc/m2TNHxRM/large-traditional-home.jpg
Remnants of such houses still in use in Tehran are now museums and fancy restaurants and various culture centers (art exhibitions, cultural clubs, chess houses, bookstores, etc). They don't build those beautiful houses anymore in there because they have features about them that is not available in Tehran of today anymore. For instance, the traditional air-conditioning of the house for hottest days of summer requires access to Ghanat water, which is subterranean and flows through the lowest level of the building half-way below the ground level. Such Ghanat systems don't exist around the houses anymore, as every spot of land in Tehran is now occupied by some structure, making it impossible to direct the Ghanat waters from foot of the mountains to the house. The cold Ghanat water must be flowing through down there so wind-directing features on the roof of the house would send the moving air inside those halls over the moving water to spread the coldness of the water everywhere throughout the air in the hall.
I have been in such houses in extreme north Tehran (when they still existed) down there at the first level in hottest days of summer, feeling quite chilly with just a pants and shirt on! It was quite cold, and no electricity or energy was used to achieve it.
So the Tehrani traditional form of house, which heavily depended on a Ghanat system connected to them, aren't built anymore.
Funny a few centuries back, some cro-magnon French Bozo who visited Tehran and it happened to be Summer, wrote in his book about the visit, "Tehrani people live under the ground", without understanding one bit what it was he was looking at :) Typical cro-magnon understanding of Modern Humans.
So back to our amazing Armenian guy. He must've been making a heck of a lot of money cause he had, all by himself, one of those huge traditional houses in an expensive part of Tehran close to several ministries and in the wealthiest area of Tehran of those days (the "Owdeligan" town). His clients in both classes were well-doing nicely paid government employees. And by all probability, he was also a spy of the Soviets. That's probably why he had not married yet, too dangerous a life to build a family around it while such activities are underway, as time proved it also. But what a man.. :) If my father, a cautious, careful, and skeptic man, fell for his methods and classes, he must've been a jewel indeed.
By the way, my father's French was still better than his English till the end of his life :) In his late life touring of Europe he said he had to often revert to French, sometimes working and sometimes not working depending on which country he was in.