Marshall Ramsey

I DON’T look like this guy.

My friend Daryl came over to me and said, “They give us more of what you write about. Write about cookies and ice cream socials.”

OK — Cookies and ice cream socials.

He was kidding (I think) and if that it indeed the case, I hesitate to mention the new exercise we had thrown at us today (causing some of us to want to throw up.)

Crocodile walks.

I didn’t know there were so many ways of killing a person with a towel. Now, I know there is one more.

Line 2 had just gotten off the treadmills (7 minutes at 15% incline at 3.5 mph then 9 mph for two minutes) and our tongues were hanging out. Our next station was the aerobics room with Morgan (everyone’s favorite trained killer).  She told us to put out feet on the towels and get into the pushup position. And then we had to walk across the wood gym-like floor pulling ourselves with our hands. (I wonder if Crocodiles call is “Stupid Humans on a Towel walks”?)

For the record, I did it. Four times to be exact — but I’m now am more focused than ever to lose another 50 lbs. Because dragging my fat *ss around is hard.  Very hard.

Today I’m unloading a truck full of 80 boxes that weigh 32 lbs. a piece. I’ve done this twice before — it’s hard work.

I can tell you this much, though — it will be easier this time. Because of people like Morgan. And her dam’ towels.

I worked so hard today that I am just now able to type up what happened today.

Just kidding.

But I did work hard. P-drills, ladder drills, gauntlets, and inchworms. Lots of sweat and my ankles are killing me.

And then Clark’s special core workout — 10 minutes of grief.

I wasn’t perfect at it but I was better. I felt some progress.  I could hang with most of the class.

Reminds me of the old joke, “How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.”

Today I took another bite toward improvement.  Tomorrow I’ll take another one. And then I keep repeating until the 12 weeks are over.