#Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Ups and Downs

Let’s do a quick physical inventory:

1. Sore from Thursday’s leg day. Check.
2. Sore from Saturday’s 16-mile run. Check again.
3. Mentally whipped because of some family stuff. Check once again.

So I went into this morning’s workout mentally, physically and spiritually tired. My stupid soul ached and my body felt sluggish. Not to mention my exhausted leg muscles. They just hurt.

Neil took us into the weight room and wore us out. We did rubber band pull downs and skull crunchers (sounds like a good name for a punk band). In between, we did unlimited push-ups. Did I mention we did unlimited push-ups? I easily did over 100. Then we did core work. Planks are more than just what people beat you with, just to let you know.

Then we went outside to Coach Trahan’s station. It was up-down time. We had a choice between that or running on the track. Of course, no one was going to take the “easy” way out and run the track. So I felt like my shoulders were going to pop off. I weigh 211 lbs. Gravity will kick your butt after 66 or so up-downs. We had the option to do burpees — which I did some in the last 50-yard stretch. Honestly, my arms were shot. My will was shot. So I was ready for the next station which was…

Sprinting 600 yards while sea!ring a parachute. And then 300 yards without one. Son of a… GASP Austin made sure we didn’t run away. I thought about it. And…

Once I stuffed my lungs back in my mouth, we went to Richard’s station which I don’t remember because I had blacked out. (I know it involved moving the whole time.)

Clark’s station was last and of course, it involved more core work. Clark is the King of Core. I’d say he’s Hard Core, but that sounds dirty and this is a family blog. I know the rubber pellets are supposed to be hazardous. I didn’t give a damn by that point. I was hoping they’d kill me.

Today was a total butt kicking. And I’m sure tomorrow will be the same. That’s how it rolls in the world of my morning training.

Like I’ve said before, if I get my butt kicked on the field, it is easier to handle getting my butt kicked by life itself.

I just hope I don’t fall down tonight. I won’t be able to get back up.

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