Mental Jumping Jacks

The last time I played a down of football was 26 years ago.  But as I sit in my chair this morning pondering and planning the week, there is one lesson from my playing days that sticks in my head: How to play well when you are tired.

Mental mistakes. The desire to quit when it is “too tough.”  Procrastination. Letting things fall through the cracks. All things that happen when you are tired. Who hasn’t wrestled with those demons?  And yes, caffeine will give you a boost and prop you up, but at the end of the day, the battle is between your ears.  Physical toughness is important. Mental toughness is a must.

I had a coach who used to make us do the most devilish conditioning exercise.  We’d line up on a line on the practice field and do five jumping jacks in unison.  And did I mention silently?  No sound could be made. And if someone did not stop when we were supposed to, he’d add another one.  OK, that sounds easy, right?  Here’s the catch: In between them, we’d run long wind sprints or some other form of physical torture.  So when we were done running our 20 sprints, we’d come back and do more jumping jacks. The process repeated until we got down to zero.

You learned mental toughness quickly.  Getting done was the carrot.  Exhaustion was the stick.

I’m thinking back on it because I’m probably as tired as I’ve been in a while. Not a complaint, just a fact and I’m making some mental mistakes like stuff falling through the cracks and me procrastinating.  I’m messing up my jumping jacks. And more are being added because of it.

So here’s my plan:

1. Better organization.  I’m living and dying by the “to-do” list right now.  It’s time to make sure my time is budgeted like I’d budget my money.  It’s my most most precious resource. It must be spent well on things that matter.

2. Physical exercise.  Since I’ve been working three and four jobs, my physical condition has deteriorated. Today I start a BFHG (Big Fat Hairy Goal) as my cousin Dave calls it and am going to run another half marathon.  It’s time to get my energy back.

High performance is a dance between high mental output and physical endurance.  It’s a lesson that learned when I was 17-years-old on a dusty Georgia football field and can now only grasp when I’m 43 in my leather recliner, planning out my week.

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Monday Prayer

Lord let me play the cards I am dealt this week to the best of my ability. Amen.

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This will be the BEST WEEK ever.  Promise.

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A father’s present

The truck sped down the old dirt road leaving a billowing cloud of dust in its wake.  The song “Cats in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin Carpenter played as the old white church came into view.  “... He had grown up just like me.” He and his dad were like the song, always busy. Always away.

Away. He had been away when his father died suddenly. Somehow that didn’t fit into his tight schedule. But unfortunately, life didn’t check with him first. It had its own schedule.

He parked his truck beside the old church cemetery and opened the door. The blast of heat felt like opening an oven. Mississippi in June was brutal. (This year even more so than normal.)  Gravel crunched under his feet as he headed toward the graves.  Sweat started to run down his back.

What grass that was still alive needed cutting. Flowers wilted in the heat. The older stones were in the front of the cemetery nearest to the white wood sanctuary.  1889. 1906. 1945. 1967.  He came to the newer section and then to the newest grave.  His eyes watered as he read the name on the stone.  Jack Lawrence Eckles 1954-2011.

It was his father’s name. His name. And now his young son’s name.

“Hi dad,” he said. “I’m sorry I’m late. ”  The grave did not answer, but the young man hadn’t expected it to. “Jack III is growing up fast. He started pulling up while I was in Detroit.  He said, ‘mama’ while I was in Seattle.”  A crow cawed off in the distance and the wind whispered through the pines.  Then more silence.

The young man, a man on the rise who had never felt lower, sat down, leaned against his father’s headstone and pulled out a black leather journal.  He turned to the first open page and put his pen to the paper. He began to jot down the words that would change his family tree forever.

A few notes on Father’s Day 2011.

I will teach my son to think for himself. To have faith. To laugh. Be good to others. And to always love his mama.

I now realize that time is my true treasure. I will spend it wisely.  I will turn of the computer. I will turn off the TV. When I am there, I will be there.

I will love and respect my son’s mother so that someday he’ll follow the example and love and respect his wife.

I will make sure my son learns not from my words but from my example.

The best present I can give my family is to be present.

He closed the book. As much he loved his job, he realized he had signed up for a more important career: Raising a baby into a man.

He brushed his pants off, stood up and spoke to his Dad’s grave. “I love you dad. You’ve always taught me well. Even now.  And I’ll forever learn from you.  Just as I hope Jack III learns from me. Thank you for the finest Father’s Day present ever: The importance of being present.”

The hot sun had blurred the surrounding Mississippi countryside, making it hazy and out of focus.  But for the first time in his life, the young man saw clearly.

Before he left to go raise his son, he looked at the words chiseled on his dad’s grave and smiled: It takes one act to make you a father, it takes a lifetime to make you a Dad.

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Happy Father’s Day to my dad, Dave Ramsey

I love it when people ask me, “Do you learn a lot from Dave Ramsey?”  I just smile and say, “More than you’d know.”

I won the “Parent Lottery” and am blessed to have a great dad.  He’s not perfect, nor am I, but between a combination of genes and example, he has left me with a full toolbox of abilities.  So Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  You are better than I deserve.

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