Sunday Free-For-All

Good morning!  Got some sleep this morning! Hope you have a blessed day.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Sunrise and soggy socks

Goal Weight: 195 lbs.

Today’s Weight: 195 lbs. (after I ran — I lost about five pounds of water weight!)

People ask me why I drag my butt out of bed so early on Saturdays.  Well, here’s reason one.  Seeing the run rise over the Ross Barnett Reservoir is worth the loss of sleep.  Reason two is pretty clear, too: It’s much cooler at 5:30 a.m. than it is at 8 a.m.  I hate running when it is hot because I sweat a river.  Today was no exception.

This morning was cool and humid.  The recent rains have moistened the ground and thus the air, making it like running with a wet blanket wrapped around you.  When it gets warmer, I normally carry a bottle of water.  Five miles into the run, I had drained it.

The first mile of my run is through my neighborhood and the one next to ours.  I then cut through the woods and pick up the Natchez Trace and run along it for about 3/4 of a mile until I pick up the Ridgeland Multipurpose Trail.  There were a lot of runners and bikers out today.  I love running when there’s a crown — it makes a solitary sport into a social one. Three people recognized me and asked about Banjo (my dog who has had quite a battle with diabetes lately.  I try not to allow him to know how popular he really is.)  The trail is fairly hilly and since I was running low on water, I decided to stretch the run to 10+ miles and head to the old Craft Center in Ridgeland. They have a water fountain there and I knew that I could refill my bottle.  When I run long runs, I know where I can refill my bottle.  There’s the water fountain at the old Craft Center.  There’s a spigot at the front of a neighborhood where I can refill my bottle. I plan this pretty carefully  — and if I don’t think I can find water, I’ll drop a bottle in the grass just in case.  Bottom line — during a Mississippi summer, I don’t mess around with not having enough water.

And yes, I drink just water, not sports drinks.  I can’t handle sugar very well anymore and high fructose corn syrup makes me sick.  Seriously.  I weaned myself off of it six months ago and now it makes me dizzy when I accidentally eat or drink some of it.  I ate a banana before and after my run to make sure I had plenty of potassium.  If I do chose a sports drink, I cut it with about 75% water.

About mile seven I felt the sweat run down my legs. That’s never a good thing — that means that my shoes soon will filling with water.  And that’s exactly what happened.  I began to squish.  I stopped and tied my shoes tighter and was thankful I was wearing Wright Socks. Wright Socks are double-lined socks that do a great job of protecting your feet from moisture. A runner’s enemy is a blister. Thanks to spending $ on good socks, I’ve NEVER had one in all the years I’ve run.  That’s a blessing.

From Old Canton Road to the old Craft Center on the trail is a one-mile hill.  It’s a slow grade and drives me nuts.  But today, it didn’t bother me too much. A check of my watch showed my heart was beating at 159 beats a minute (I was over four miles at that point) so kept charging up and onward. Hills are more mental than physical anyway.

Like I said before, mile seven brought squishy shoes.  The final three and half miles felt like I was running with concrete blocks on my feet.  There’s one stretch of sunny trail (I pulled my hat down over my face) and charged up another serious hill (the one going up the bridge that crosses Rice Road.) I then made it back to the Trace and headed toward the house.  I made 10 miles in the other neighborhood and made the last .60 miles up one last big hill in my neighborhood.

Someone asked me if I wear sunscreen when I run. Normally, no, I don’t. Ninety percent of the time I run before the sun  even rises. (would I need to wear moonscreen then?) And even if the sun does rise, I’m running before the rays are the most intense.  Ever get sunscreen in your eyes? That’s why I don’t wear it during a run.

When I was done, I took a few minutes to just sit on my front steps and just sweat.  Today’s tally: 10.6 miles. 1,683 calories burned. 1 hour 50 minutes. Two bottles of water. Soaked shoes.  And one glorious sunrise.

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Saturday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you have a great weekend.

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Corinth

I broadcasted from Corinth yesterday afternoon. My journal entry for the day reads: Drove four hours in the rain, visited the Corinth Civil War Interpretive Center, interviewed a few folks, ate part of a Slugburger (compliments of Borroum’s Drug Store) and then drove four more hours in the rain home. I marveled at the tornado damage on the Natchez Trace near Hwy. 82, stopped for a snack in Eupora and then headed toward the house.  I fell asleep a couple of times while driving and ended up sitting in the middle of neighborhood’s main street where my car came to a stop when I dozed off.

It was a long day.

Corinth has an old-timey charm to it. It has narrow streets (I guess from the days when horses and wagons were the main form of transportation) and really makes you feel like you’ve stepped back in time.  Its origins were as a railroad town — a history that brought death and destruction to its citizens during the Civil War. But today, things are a bit more festive. This weekend, they are having they 25th Annual Slugburger Festival. If you’re in the area, it’s a fun time.  Yes, I said Slugburger again. Slugburgers aren’t made from slugs — they’re Depression-era fried beef/pork/soy patties dressed in onion, mustard and pickle that used to be sold for a slug — or nickel. Saturday they’ll be having a Slugburger eating contest.

I can’t even imagine.

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Friday Free-For-All

Good morning. Banjo’s glucose is out of control again. We have no idea why this is happening and are quite worried. Poor dog. He’s a real fighter.

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Joel Waters

I have someone you need to meet. His name is Joel Waters. Oh, you might have heard of him. Or his brother Wyatt. Or his son Swayze. And if you’re a “Little” helped by the Big Brothers Big Sisters of Mississippi, you probably owe him a hug.  He’s the executive director there.

Joel’s a good man from a good family. I know for sure I respect his mama (Mrs. Lucy) very, very much.  And I wish I had 1/10th of his brother’s talent.

Yesterday I visited with him on my radio show. He talked about all the good work the Big Brothers Big Sisters is doing. We talked about how the economy has affected them like every other charity out there.  And then he talked about how personal adversity has shaped him and made him the person he is today.

Joel has one of the most amazing attitudes of any person I’ve ever met.  And it was a positive attitude literarily forged by fire.  When he was a little boy, he fell into a fire and burned most of the outside and inside of his body.  A neighbor miraculously appeared (an angel according to Joel) and pulled him from the fire.  What followed was pain, surgeries (14 plastic surgeries over his childhood years) and one amazing family rising to the challenge.  Joel was on my radio show yesterday and talked about those challenges and lessons he learned from that part of his life.  He talked about how the other kids would taunt him (as kids can do) and how his parents taught him how to handle with the bullying.  He learned how to laugh at himself, laugh with the bullies and defuse them. He learned (thanks to his mom) that it’s not what happens to you — it’s how you react to it.

Joel is a man of great faith and sees God’s hand in his life — and it gives him comfort. He uses that inspiration and pays it forward. I know first hand — A random note or invitation for coffee with motivating words from him have touched my life several times over the past few years right some of the darkest moments of my life.

It’s easy to get caught up in the negative world. As I write this, the Penn State/Jerry Sandusky report is being released — the ultimate betrayal of children.  But in this seemingly fallen world,  it is comforting to know that there are still a few good people out there making a difference.

Joel Waters is one of those good people.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: There’s More to “Fit” Than Being Thin

Goal weight: 195 lbs.

I coughed and tasted it.  Yuck.  It was bitter taste with a touch of iron.  Blood. I had coughed up a little bit of blood.  I coughed again. Same bloody result.

Damn.

Blood is not a sign of good things. And as a cancer survivor, I immediately went through a Rolodex of possibilities of what could be causing it. I started with the worst and went to the best possible causes. That’s how my mind rolls.

My mind ended up with Gastric Esophageal Reflux Disease, or GERD for short.  I had been diagnosed with it three years ago during all the layoffs at The Clarion-Ledger.  My stomach was producing too much acid for the sphincter (or valve if you’d like) at the top of my stomach to stop the acid from traveling up my throat (and burning it up in the process.)  I had sharp pain, very similar to a heart attack.  Stress was literarily burning me up.  I got scoped to make sure there was no Barrett’s Disease or Esophageal cancer and was put on medication.  I then raised the head of my mattress and started to alter my diet.  I couldn’t do much about the stress — or at least the cause of it.  Over time, I got better.

When I started exercising and losing weight, I really got to feeling better and weened off my medicine — with great results. Until the last few weeks.  Life has a way of catching up with you and now I’m eaten up again.

I called the doctor and got a new prescription.  I will take it and see if I can get my throat to heal.  Part of the reason why I have been having trouble is because I have been drinking copious amounts of tea to keep awake. I’m working 16 hours a day, seven days a week right now and am, no whining I promise, sleepy. But I’ll have to find another way to stay awake. No more tea for me.  I get to go through the mother of all caffeine withdrawals this week — forgive me if I don’t sound excited.

But the elephant in the room is that I’m going to have to make some big, big changes in my life. Not sure what they are, but this ain’t working.  I need to learn to manage my stress better (everyone has stress and I will always have it — you can’t run from it. You learn to run along with it.)

Exercise will be a big part of it.  So will meditation.  Yes, I know that sounds new-agey, but I’ve seen too many positive studies on it.  Cutting back will be part, too.  Saying no more will as well.  And yes, I’ll continue to treat the symptoms with medication.

But I have to attack the root cause: Stress.

I’ve been in a panic since I had my job reduced. I’ve been working my can off since then — which is good, noble and exactly what I should be doing. But I have not handled it well. I need to attack it from a different direction.  Being a cancer survivor should have taught me that — I can’t risk a recurrence of Melanoma.

I’m driving to Corinth today. I’ll be in the car over eight hours for a three-hour radio show.  That’ll give me a lot of time to do some thinking.

The blood was a wake up call. It was my body telling me that there’s more to being “Fit” than just having a thin waistline.

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Thursday Free-For-All

Heading to Corinth today. How are you?

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Passion

When I interview people on the radio, I always look for golden threads running through our conversations that tie them together somehow.  Yesterday’s guests, Dr. Marianne Hill, (Senior Economist Mississippi Institutions of Higher Learning) and John Evans (owner of Lemuria, one of the finest independent bookstores in the U.S.) presented me with one of those threads.

Dr. Hill is nothing short of brilliant. I’ve had the privilege of getting to know her from her participation on The Clarion-Ledger editorial board. Yesterday, we were talking about the meltdown of 2008, the Great Recession, how the economy has changed and how it has changed Mississippi.  She said one thing, almost a throw-away sentence, that resonated with me.  We were talking about the unemployment number (which will remain stubbornly near the 9% range in Mississippi for another couple of years) and how people who quit looking for work and start their own businesses aren’t exactly figured into that number. Hmm. I’ve read enough Seth Godin to believe we are in the middle of a transformation as drastic as the Industrial Revolution.  Hearing a little evidence that people are striking out on their own in entrepreneurial ventures reinforces that notion in my mind.

John Evans has been in the book business for 37 years.  And he’ll be the first to tell you that the past four years has seen more change in the publishing industry that the previous 33.  Like most forms of media, digital has disrupted the status quo. Big time.  E-books (read Gary Pettus’ excellent article on them for more background) have been like a bull in the Bookstore China Stop.  But even in the face of change, John hasn’t quit.  He and the folks at Lemuria are trying new things every day. They know that it’s about the experience of reading a book. And his staff loves books and — here’s the key, I think — has passion.

Passion.

So the thread is this: Things have changed drastically in the past four years. And we have two choices: To pine for the “good ol’ days” (which aren’t coming back) or have an passionate entrepreneurial heart and make change work for us.

I think I’m choosing choice number two.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: In the moment

Goal weight: 195 lbs. (OK, I promise I’ll reach this.  The last ten pounds really have not wanted to come off)

I’m going to try hard not to sound like Yoda today.  (Although my writing sometimes is about as jumbled as his syntax.)  We spend most of our lives somewhere other than where we’re at.  See? That sounded too much like Yoda.  But it’s true.  We’re either worrying about the past or thinking about the future.  Our minds wander and we skip across the surface of life like a water bug.  Can you remember much from yesterday?  Last week?  What are your most precious memories? Seriously. Think about them for a moment.  They are the the times when you were most focused on the moment you were in.  I remember my kids being born. Me nearly drowning. My wedding day. Being told by my doctor that I had cancer. Crossing the finish line at the Marine Corps Marathon. The moment I was handed my college diploma. Being made part-time. Finding out I was a Pulitzer Finalist (both times). My sons’ first steps.

Those were moments when I was there. Plugged in. In the moment. Without computer or phone in hand.

I do a lot of thinking when I run.  It’s why I enjoy it so much (on a safe course so I don’t get run over while off in thinkingland) . When I ride my bike, I am focused on riding my bike.  When I run, I think about big picture stuff. Today I thought about trying to be more mindful of being in the moment.  My brain needs to get fit, too.

I’m at the age when I realize how precious time really is. Because in the end, making memories is all we have.

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