#Fit4Change Blog Day 5 of 48: Going Inside

When it comes to exercising, I prefer cold weather to hot, humid conditions. My body doesn’t react well to heat so I enjoy a nice brisk morning. I like to joke that the Madison group of PLS’ers are the Frozen Chosen. We’re usually outside even on the coldest mornings. But when it dips below 30, we have think about our coaches’ health.

So we went inside.

It was a killer workout without hardly moving from the spot where we started. Coach Clark has a gift of bringing the pain when we’re inside the weight room. Today, he lived up to his reputation.

The one exercise that I really an going to master is the 25 lb. weight-over-the-head routine we do. My shoulders, due to past injuries, are weak. So holding a weight that could crack my skull over my head is an extra special challenge.

We need extra special challenges in our lives. Life is tough and will beat you down when it gets a chance. This morning reminded me of something I needed to be reminded of: During tough times, focus on the moment and keep moving forward.

I went inside today. In the weight room and into my soul and emerged stronger for it.

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#Fit4Change Blog Day 4 of 48

Congratulations, you survived the first week. You’re sore (and tired). You’ve done things you never thought you would in your life.

For example: Today, I jumped rope, then pushed a board 3/4 the way across a football field. When I was done with that I put my feet on a chips and salsa tray and pulled my body to the other sideline and turned around and went back to where I left my board. I then pushed it back 3/4 of the way to where I started.

Then I did it again.

It was tempting to say, “I can’t.” But “can’t” is a word I’ve taken out of my vocabulary (except for singing.) The next level requires the body and the mind to work together.

Right now both my mind and body are pooped.

My shoulders are baked. I am ready to eat my lunch (it’s 7:52 a.m.). But I’m happy. This will be an awesome 12 weeks.

I hope you feel the same way. That soreness you feel is your body changing for the better. You’ve got this.

The next level is in reach.

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Fit4Change Blog: Day 3 of 48

Sore?

Good. That means your body is starting to change. How’s your attitude? Sore, too? If it is, I get it. What seemed like a good idea a couple of days ago isn’t so much today.

My first time through Fit4Change, I was initially in Line 6 (out of 6). My first two weeks were a struggle.

Then Paul moved me to Line 2. The first exercise we did was push towels across the floor. I almost needed mine to clean up vomit. I thought I was going to freaking die right there on the Jackson State University gym floor.

But I did it. Once I got my mind out of the way, I did it. And I did it again. My fear of that particular exercise started to go away. It melted like that fat around my middle.

Today, we had all kinds of exercises with 25 lbs. weights over our heads. That’s my current version of towels. I have bad shoulders and weak muscles. It is a mighty struggle for me to keep the weight over my head. But I did it. I got through it. I knew I could do anything for ten minutes. And I walked out of the exercise a little bit stronger.

Life’s that way. We have so many things that we fear. That fear keeps us in our comfort zone. And our comfort zone is a barren, lifeless place. Dreams can’t grow there.

Push yourself like you push the towels. That’s where your dreams are. You might find a few while trying to keep from face-planting on the floor.

Sore? Join me and eat a bowl of ibuprofen.

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Powerball Dreaming

12508707_945882082131685_2282907763693069713_nMost of us didn’t win the Powerball. Our grand visions and lush dreams have fallen to the wayside. We woke up, got ready and went to our jobs. It’s just another day that ends with Y.

I didn’t buy a ticket this time around. Driving to Louisiana couldn’t quite squeeze into my Dayplanner, so the Ramsey family sat on the sidelines. Nothing ventured, nothing lost, I guess.

Amy and I had the same conversation most of you had. “What would we do with a few hundred million dollars?” It was a fun exercise. I’d still do a lot of what I do now. Maybe a few things would be very different but I wouldn’t buy an island or anything like that. We both figured that much money earned without hard work would expose every fault line we had in our lives.

And we’d make a lot of new friends.

This morning, I looked at her and said, “What’s stopping us from trying for those big dreams anyway?” I guess the easiest answer is “We don’t have a few hundred million dollars.” But I think the most honest answer is, “Us. That’s what’s stopping us from living the life we dream about.” We get tucked into our comfort zone and don’t risk anything. The odds of us succeeding like that are worse than winning the Powerball.

I would have loved a few hundred million dollars. Who wouldn’t? I could sit around in a pair of shorts and draw pictures all day (wait, I do that now). But maybe the big prize if possible after all. I just need to get busy and draw a few million more pictures.

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The darkest moment

The darkest moment.

They say it is before the dawn. It was a little before that. I had just gotten out of bed. The clock read 4:02 and I was scrolling through Twitter. I saw a picture of a person on a stage. I thought to myself, “Why is he on that stage? Why am I not on that stage?”

Jealousy and self-pity closed around me. I was in completely in the dark. Then I snapped out of it.

What complete and total BS! What a waste of my time and emotional energy!

If I’m not on that stage, it’s my own damn fault. What am I doing to get there? What am I doing to make myself worthy?

Everyday my career has to be reinvented. Sitting in the dark moping won’t get it done.

The darkest moment has nothing to do with the time of day. It’s what goes on between your ears. I cured it by going out and slamming my body around on a cold football field at 5 a.m.

As I walked off the field, the first rays of day began to illuminate the sky. That’s when I truly began my day.

I’ll be on that stage soon. But feeling sorry for myself isn’t how I’ll get there.

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Day 2 of 48. #Fit4Change Update — Arctic Branch (Madison)

I paid for Christmas today. No, I didn’t get a credit card bill. I just thought my arms would fall off during my workout.

Truth #1: You can work out for a year and if you lay off for a day, you lose it all.

Truth #2: I’m glad we work out in the dark.

My pants kept falling down like a Benny Hill skit. So I got double the workout — I did my exercises while pulling my shorts up for an hour.

There’s about 150 folks doing Fit4Change at JSU — inside. There are above 70 of us up at Madison — and we’re outside most of the time. So keeping my shorts up was important for more than just modesty reasons. Don’t need frost bite in unfortunate places.

Thankfully there were no wardrobe malfunctions.

Oh yeah, and I did Burpees (how the Devil stays fit) with a chair. That had to look REALLY stupid. I’m glad it was dark.

Speaking of dark, I heard a familiar voice when we first got out there. (I usually arrive 15 minutes early and run a 1/2 mile to warm up). It was Bevo Gandy. Bevo and I have worked out together off and on since I started PLS five years ago. He’s also the dad of Hannah, an awesome young lady who kicked cancer in the teeth. The Gandys are a very strong family and I’ve alway respected Bevo’s inner-fortitude. But today, that respect rose to another level.

Why? When I saw him, I didn’t recognize him. Seriously. He had dropped from 237 lbs. to 179 lbs. since the last time I saw him. And he looks great! I asked him if he had a tapeworm, but he said it was actually better than that. One day he was cleaning out his truck and found 20 Diet Mountain Dew bottles. That was one day’s worth! So he switched to drinking that much water instead. He said he has recently also cleaned up his diet, too.

I found that to be inspirational. My weight has plateaued at 215 lbs. (my scale). Yesterday, my doctor said I needed to lose about 20 lbs. (his scale). I held out my left arm and said, “Go ahead and cut it off.”

He said just keep the fork out of my mouth. Why? I need to help stomp out my reflux. And my cholesterol was a historically high (for me) 177. (last year it was 125). It’s time to get busy.

So I’ll drink more water. And I’ll really push my workout like I did today. Coach Clark worked our shoulders and core (as he always does). Coach Neil put us through the paces in the weight room (he’s as motivational as they come.) And Coach Trahan had us running through quick-foot ladders, cones and bags. I almost got out of breath.

I burned a lot of calories today. Or more accurately, a lot of Christmas cookies.

Question for Fit4Change folks: What was your favorite part of today’s workout? Your lease favorite?

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It’s not where you start, it’s where you finish. 

It’s not where you start, it’s where you finish.

I saw Bracey this morning in the office. She works out at JSU, I am at Madison. But we both did our Paul Lacoste fit test today. So I asked her, “how did it go?”

She told me her mile time sheepishly. She went over her workout and then said she jogged between every test because that’s what Paul wants. I looked at her and was incredibly proud of her.

Why?

She’s out there. She’s up early and making a change in her life. I told her that she would be SO proud of her numbers at the end of the 12 weeks. That all the soreness and hard work would pay off with great results. I hope that helped her a little bit. Bracey’s one of the good guys. She always has a smile on her face and works amazingly hard — I offered to encourage her anyway I can.

It’s not where we start, it’s where we finish.

The best way to finish well is to focus on the process. Try to get better every step along the way. And encourage your friends. Because you never know when you’ll need a lift yourself.

Good job Bracey. I’m very, very proud of you.

#fit4change #PLSports

 

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The Speedy Clydesdale: The Fit Test

This morning was the PLS fit-test.

No, we weren’t pushed until we threw a fit. We had to do push-ups, sit-ups, the 100-yard short shuttle, the one-mile run, step-ups (with a 45 lb. plate) and squats (with another 45-lb. plate.)

How did I do? I passed.

Some people don’t like doing the fit-test. I do. Why? It gives me accurate benchmarks to set my goals by. It also reminds me of what happens when I eat like a pig over Christmas.

So here are my results and my goals for the end of the 12-weeks.
1. Pushups: 40. Goal 80.
2. Sit-ups: 30 Goal 100
3. 100-yard short shuttle: 24 seconds. Goal 21 seconds.
4. Step-ups: 40 Goal 60
5. Squats: 50 Goal 100
6. One Mile run: 8:38. Goal 7 minutes flat.

Weight today 218. Goal 199

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Carving canyons

My son had an assignment: We both had to read Malcolm Gladwell’s essay The Talent Myth that was published in The New Yorker magazine. Then we had to discuss it.

If you haven’t read the essay, the premise is this: Hiring the best and the brightest leads to disaster. (Ask the Kennedy administration — but that’s another book). Gladwell used Enron as an example. Basically they hired “the brightest” with no track records and no real oversight. And we saw what happened (think Hindenburg vs. Titanic).

Anyway, my son and I discussed the piece and then we discussed talent. I will say this: He’s a very talented young man. I was too at his age. (I even have the yearbook to prove it — Most Talented SHS — although I know of at least a dozen people in my class who were more talented. I just had a better PR agent). I looked him in the eye and said, “Talent is great. But it’s nothing without hustle.”

I’ve seen talented people go to the grave without ever using it. They were afraid to — afraid that they might be rejected. Or laughed at. Or whatever.

What a waste.

Talent’s like water. If it sits still, not much changes. But if it moves, it can carve majestic canyons. Talent is that powerful. It just has to be moving.

That’s no myth. It’s a call to action.

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What David Bowie left behind

Got back in from my run this morning and flicked on my phone. I scanned through Twitter and saw this AP headline:

David Bowie: Dead at 69.

$%^.

Sixty-nine is too young. Especially since his art is still relevant (his new album Blackstar has been received with acclaim.). And to make matters worse, it was cancer that took him. (I especially hate cancer).

$%^.

But I am grateful that as an artist, he left a great legacy. He has twenty-five groundbreaking albums to his name. Enough music videos and duets (Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger and BING CROSBY!) to keep you busy watching and listening for hours. When I was a kid, I thought Ziggy Stardust was weird. As an adult and as an artist, I realize he was a genius.

To me, Bowie’s legacy is this: Break new ground. Be yourself. Use your gifts. Don’t be afraid to reinvent yourself frequently. And leave plenty of art behind.

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare
“This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

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