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      “I’m not kidding; it’s Miracle-Gro for the brain!”  The statement reminded me of some ridiculous infomercial infecting late night TV.  In this case however, it was generated from the mouth of a world class neurobiologist, so I took notice.  He was speaking of a substance called Brain Derived Neurotrophic Factor (BDNF).  What immediately intrigued me was he claimed that BDNF was the link between exercise and improved brain function.  For years I had read articles in both the medical and running journals touting the psychological benefits of fitness, yet here was proof that fit folks were happier folks.  Dr.John Ratey, a clinical professor of psychiatry at Harvard, outlined in his amazing book “Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain” how exercise increased the production of BDNF which in turn stimulated nerve cells to grow and connect in the Hippocampus, a tiny area in the brain responsible for a number of high level functions. This growth of new cells actually translated into better memory and quicker learning.  He went on to claim that certain other chemicals were released by exercising muscles that improved functioning in the amygdala, the emotional center of the brain.  The implications of this and other research are monumental. 

     Twenty-five years ago when I was in medical school we were taught that we were born with a set number of neurons (brain cells) and there were no more to be made…period.  I remember joking in college about taking another late night excursion to the disco (yes, I am that old!) to “kill some brain cells” with Singapore Slings and Jack and Coke.  We didn’t fret about the wholesale slaughter of brain cells as we all knew from biology class that we only used 20% of our brain anyway.  In our way of thinking, that gave us a pretty good cushion!  It was the unlucky folks born with fewer brain cells, and we all knew a few of those, who had the most to fear.  We were wrong on all accounts.  Now research is proving that new brain cells can be created, and formed in areas that have a major effect on cognition and emotions.  Don’t take this as permission to guiltlessly get plastered; I don’t need to tell you of the disastrous effects of that, but it does open the door for medical miracles.  The study of such alphabet soup as BDNF, IGF-1, and VGEF and other neuropeptides has given hope to developing successful treatments for senile dementia, Alzheimer’s and Parkinsonism.  Medicine is not there yet, but we can conclude that getting fit by exercising regularly can reduce the incidence of these diseases as well as certain cancers and diabetes. 
    
 The great news is that you don’t have to train for a marathon to reap the benefits of fitness. The studies indicate that a brisk walk for 45 minutes three to four times a week can elicit these life enhancing outcomes.
    


One of the most exciting applications of this knowledge is illustrated by the Naperville school district.  A middle class suburb south of Chicago, Naperville has been the focus of a real-life experiment documenting the benefits of fitness in kids.  It is no surprise that kids who are active are more physically fit than their sedentary counterparts, but what has been found in Naperville is that these fit kids are also smarter!  Over the past seventeen years the school district, consisting of 11 elementary schools, five junior high schools and two high schools, has made physical education an integral part of the school day (unlike the national average where only 6% of high schools have a daily PE program).  Their gym class is not your typical dodge ball, basketball, softball curriculum (the average student in the typical hour long PE class spends 16 minutes actively moving).  It is a program that promotes and measures fitness, not competition, and grades based on effort, not ability.  They regularly run or ride bikes using donated treadmills and stationary bikes measuring effort by heart rate monitors. And they do it at a lower cost per student than comparable school systems!  The results have been amazing.  In 2002, 97% of entering freshmen were at a healthy body mass index (BMI) as compared to the national average of 65% and most striking was the impact that fitness had in the classroom.  In that same year 96% of the eighth graders took the Trends in International Math and Science Test, an instrument designed to compare student’s knowledge level in different countries around the world.  On the science part of the test the Naperville students scored the highest…in the world!  Through a strict and comprehensive analysis it was shown that regular physical activity and fitness level correlated with the academic success of the Naperville students!
     
The message is clear.  For adults and kids alike, regular aerobic exercise is not only good for the body, but it is great for the mind.             
A small ringlet of sweat meandered from the posterior aspect of my neck to the pool beginning to form in the small of my back. My once crisp white oxford dress shirt was pockmarked with translucent water marks like butter on wax paper and my “manly-man” deodorant was now as fresh smelling as a twelve day old bass. The 4 o’clock sun seemed to leap towards the earth increasing its intensity making me a believer in global warming, at least in my segment of the universe. No, I wasn’t in sub Saharan Africa or a beachfront in Jamaica, I was standing in line to save a seat at the Social Spring Formal.

For those of you either new to the area or just now crawling out from under your rock, Social is a fascinating study in adolescent herd behavior that oozes forth from the primordial southern small town gestalt and takes hormone ravaged teens and creates mannered, gentile belles and beaus. In other words, its a cash cow that thrives on peer pressure and moms desires for little Johnny and little Sally to not be social misfits. Begun in a more gallant age, Social attempts to harness World-of-Warcraft playing, acne aversive boys and teach them the importance of proper escort position and which fork to use and help girls to realize that exposed belly buttons and halter tops are are “hooker-chic”. And they do a surprisingly good job at it!. Imagine the difficulty in taking a video game obsessed man-child fresh from blowing up an online demon Ork and putting him in tails and gloves and have him utter such phrases as “So nice to meet you” and “May I have this dance?” This is about as natural to these kids as telling the truth is to a congressman, but the Social instructors somehow pull it off year after year.

The Spring formal is a particularly interesting affair as it is the culmination of a years worth of cajoling, gum extrusion, scolding for excessive talking, and mortgaging the house to pay for a Social dress. As the father of two daughters who have pranced and paraded around the Civic Center floor for Spring Formal, I can say that the money I have invested in ball gowns is equal to the gross national product of Grenada. However, my girls never looked more beautiful (thank God they look like their mother). As I watched the immeasurably infinite Grand March, (thousands upon thousands of kids streaming in the auditorium that, when assembled, looked like a collection of extras from Gone With The Wind) I fantasized about owning my own dress shop and capturing this market each Spring. The thousands upon thousands of dollars spent on fabric and flowers no doubt does more for the local economy than a government bailout and I am told there is a fortune to be made in dress consignments. The amount of money generated by this one event must make Bernie Madoff jealous; however, I am warmed to know I am providing the college tuition for some seamstresses' kid year after year. Nevertheless, sitting at the Civic Center counting bodies reinforced that the CSRA is probably the shag and fox trot capital of the Southeast, and that alone is worth dipping into the 401-K for.

When I rant about Social, my wife is fond of reminding me that I am only jealous because I didn’t have such a privileged upbringing. Raised in east Tennessee, we were more concerned about stocking the outhouse than which fork to use with the salad. In my home town, a divorce and a tornado were very similar in that someone was bound to lose a doublewide trailer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish my backwoods hillbilly genes to be passed on to my sophisticated daughters, but I guess I feel I turned out okay in spite of not knowing the intricate choreography of Amos Moses. She maintains that Knoxville probably had a Social or its equivalent and that I was too busy climbing the nerd ladder to notice, but I insist that no such group existed in Rocky Top. Can you imagine a hundred of Knoxville’s finest Cotillion debutants decked out in bright orange dresses to match their dates overalls. My wife grew up in Macon, Georgia where Social was as intrinsic to the culture as Little Richard, and she reveled in the experience. To this day whenever she hears “I Love Beach Music” she spits out her gum and hurriedly forms a line. Those of you who did Social understand that reference, and those of you who didn’t...well you are probably way to unsophisticated to understand it anyway. Do I feel socially inferior and manners handicapped from not doing Dance Club and Cotillion? Not really, but I will admit that today on the dance floor I look like a severely spastic John Travolta trying to keep the beat as only a lily-white boy can. There is no doubt in my mind that had I been subjected to Social as a teen I would today have the panache of a Fred Astaire, the moves of a Gene Kelly, and the looks of a Homer Simpson.

When it comes down to it, with all the costs, hours of watching and waiting, more costs, and additional watching, Social, I have decided, is a pretty good thing. It is the only place where potential delinquents (and we all know how close we are) can be shown that manners, politeness, and respect do matter. It is a place to check attitudes at the door or suffer the wrath of instructors who are hired by the marines to tech drill sergeants. It is a place where kids from virtually every school in the area can come together in peaceful camaraderie with the common purpose of seeing how hot the guys and girls are at every other school but yours. It is about showing each other respect, and anything that promotes that can’t be all bad...expensive, but not all bad!