Friday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope all is well on this day before Memorial Day weekend! Summer is here!

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 12

title-8-week-lrgAn 80-year-old Japanese man recently climbed Mt. Everest, becoming the oldest person to do so. This morning, a 45-year-old man climbed the Madison Central football stadium.  He also worked out in the weight room, did stretches and pushed a board across the football field several times. Sure, it doesn’t exactly compare with climbing the world’s highest mountain. But it was a big enough mountain for me .

Back in the mid 1980’s, Coach Randy Jenkins loved having the Sprayberry Yellow Jacket football team run stadiums. And our stadium was a beast (It was featured in the Denzel Washington movie, Remember the Titans). We’d run up and down its concrete seats until our legs cramped.  So I had flashbacks this morning. I remembered not being able to push the brake pedal on my car after one of those grueling practices.   The difference today? The MC stadium is aluminum  and not as steep or high. But it was slick. And since I don’t see particularly well without my glasses (I don’t wear them when I workout) I really had to be careful not to bust my butt because I missed a step.

Boards were boards. You can never say, “Dang, those were FUN!”  But I’ve gotten better on them.  Progress is always a good thing.

At the end on Friday’s, Paul will call up some of us and allow us to talk about who we are and why we are there.  Larry, one of my linemates, got up and told his incredible story of weight gain and loss. He’s a grandfather, an epidemiologist and 65-years-old. And he will kick your butt on the boards. He’s amazingly fast on them and bear crawls. In fact, he is so nimble, I think he is lying about his profession. I think he’s really retired Spiderman.

Just a hunch.

Tomorrow, I run a few miles with some of my class.  I normally run alone, but this should be fun.  Can’t wait for the alarm to go off again at 4:09.

 

 

 

 

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning! Another beautiful day out there.  Make the most of it.

Rainy days.

Rainy days.

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you’re having a great day so far.  I think it rained last night — although I never heard it.

Sandestin, FL

Sandestin, FL

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 11

title-8-week-lrgCue Led Zeppelin’s Fool in the Rain…

It was pouring when the alarm clock went off at 4:09 a.m.  My back hurt (I pulled a muscle yesterday while ripping out carpet.) I could have rolled over and went back to bed.

But I kept hearing a voice.

It was Paul Lacoste’s.  I could hear him screaming, “Those of you who weren’t here yesterday stand over here.”  I’m sure there was some cussing in there, too. Paul cusses like the clouds like to rain.

I looked at the radar. Madison Central High School was on the backend of the rain. By the time I got to the football field, the rain had stopped.

No excuses.

Bad back and all (I was praying the ibuprofen would kick in — it did 45 minutes into the workout), I showed up.  And isn’t 80% of success just showing up?

Warm ups let me know things weren’t going to be easy.  I kept having shots of pain (back pain is the worst). I focused on doing my exercises the best I could.

I ran backwards a lot in Wayne’s group. (Warrior Wednesday!)

I did most of the exercises in Morgan’s (although she showed a bit of compassion by allowing me to modify a couple of them.)

Paul (thankfully) kicked me to the track.  I attempted to do all the burpees and mountain climbers with the rest of the group.  My line mates (who I am really getting to like) joined me for the second set.

We then finished up with six 100-yard sprints at 85% speed.

As I drove away, I was thankful I got my butt out of bed.  Life is full of opportunities. Even for a fool in the rain.

 

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The Runoff

I don’t live in the City of Jackson — but I agree with soon-to-be former Mayor Harvey Johnson, it’s the trunk of a tree. How it goes, the whole area goes.  I’ve worshiped in Jackson, volunteered in Jackson, worked in Jackson and buried friends in Jackson. It’s a city with amazing potential and some serious issues. Today’s election is between two men with very different styles and visions for the city.

If you live in the city, vote. Do your homework and make the effort. Don’t be persuaded by some of the fear-mongering  going on. Get to the polls and make your opinion known.  There will be a low turnout.  Your vote will make even more of a difference.

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 10

title-8-week-lrgGassers. Core work. Gassers. Core work. Gassers. Core work. Jumping Jacks. Shuffles. Push ups. Shuffles. High Knees. Shuffles. Mile run (Mile +, actually). It was an hour of trying to catch your breath.

Today was about staying in motion.  We moved and we moved quickly.  After two sessions of core work and Gassers (Running across the football field four times), we went over and did shuffles and exercises in between. We finished the hour up by running as mile (I managed a little over  a mile.)

The humidity wrapped it’s blanket around us.  I was drenched by the time we were done.

Today was a confidence building workout. I haven’t had many of those so far — but when you have them, it gives you the little glimmer of hope that you are getting better at this. I’m not naive — I know that tomorrow will probably knock me on my ass. But this morning’s workout was a small victory.

And I’ll take those wherever I can find them.

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Moore, Oklahoma

TornadoAll around Mississippi this morning, our scars are burning. Scars on our bodies, our landscape and our hearts. We watch the devastating scenes from Oklahoma and we pray. We see parents living our worst nightmares — children found dead buried in the rubble of their schools. We mourn as a community is wiped out and its citizens are left with nothing but their lives.  We watch the aftermath of the brutal winds and we see the outpouring of good from total strangers. And it’s all too familiar. In Yazoo City, Ackerman, Smithville, Tupelo, Clinton, South Jackson, the Mississippi Gulf Coast and other places ravaged by Mother Nature’s winds, we feel empathy. And pain.

Tornadoes are a fact of life in Oklahoma and Mississippi. But this one, well this one was different. It was like the tornado that wiped out Smithville — It was God’s eraser. Even the more hardened weather observers are left breathless by its total destruction. And the rest of us are left unnerved.

Bless the people of Moore, Oklahoma. There but for the Grace of God go us.

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Tuesday Free-For-All

It is a big election day in Jackson.  If you live in the city, go vote. This is a very, very important election for the the city’s future.

Here’s a nice shot I took yesterday.

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Listening to their sergeants

cr321_hdrI looked out at the kids in the Hilton ballroom and thought about the changes they were about to face. “Kids” might not be the right word because even though they were 18, they just had made a decision that was more adult than any decision I’ve ever made: They had signed up for service in the U.S. military.   Fine food, praise from high ranking officers — it was a night to celebrate them and their parents. Soon it would  be radically different — boot camp, military grub and a screaming drill sergeants.  Their lives are about to change forever.

I was co-emceeing (along with the multi-talented  2007 Miss Mississippi Kimberly Morgan).  I sat between Major General Leon Collins, Mississippi’s Adjutant General and Rep. Gregg Harper.  There was several other Generals in the room, included current Southern Miss Athletic Director and retired Major General Jeff Hammond.  And even a couple of Medal of Honor recipients (don’t say “winner,” it is offensive to them and you will be corrected.)

But the night wasn’t about the brass on the stage — it was about the young men and women who had just written a blank check to our country.  One young man was there with his pregnant wife. I thought about how their lives were about to change. As my wife said, “they made a good decision. They will have a tough, but good wife.” My wife’s father was a pilot in the Air Force. She knows first hand.

General Hammond said something during his speech that stuck with me. He studied every combat casualty under his command when he led the surge in Baghdad.  He said that 75% of them were a result of the soldier or Marine not listening to their sergeant.

I hope those young men and a women, those new members of the military listen to their sergeants. And I applaud their decision to give back to a country that has given them so much.

 

 

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