A few notes on a cloudy Thursday

Mitt Romney was here a couple of days ago to vacuum up a little donor cash. Kevin Costner was here last night singing with his band Modern West (kudos to Arden Barnett for getting Costner here). Batman will be here at midnight on movie screens around the state.  Oh, the celebrities we’re having these days in Mississippi.  I’ve interviewed Romney on the air, spoken to Kevin Costner in a Austin, TX hotel and met Batman while running one morning at 4 a.m.  He and Robin were coming home from Krystal. It had been a long night of crime fighting and I guess the little gut bombs hit the spot.

It’s cool when “celebrities” come to town. It adds some excitement during the long, hot Mississippi summer. I hear the Devil is up at the Crossroads.  But I’m in no mood to run into him anytime soon.

On Twitter people are complaining about the rain. Not me — I cherish every drop. Considering how the nation’s bread basket has become a dried-up dustbowl, we’re lucky.  If we can get a corn crop out, our farmers will get a decent price. And foundations all across the area are getting relief from the drying up Yazoo Clay. So let the rain pour down.  I’ll take 70+ degrees plus rain over 100+ degrees and a drought.

The latest Stokes blowup has been peppering the news like Stokes campaign signs on power poles.  I get tickled when people get so worked up over the Stokes duo’s antics. Both live under the motto, “No publicity is bad publicity.”  They’d staple their campaign signs on a TV reporter’s forehead if they could.  Sure, it’s not good for Jackson but it’s good for cartoons and headlines. Hooray.

Mississippi has received a waiver from “No Child Left Behind.” I’m not terribly shocked by this. The increasing standards were putting an unrealistic amount of pressure on struggling school districts and teachers.  This will allow school districts more flexibility to make the improvements everyone knows is required.  I have three sons and as a parent, I know their only hope to making ANYTHING of themselves is for them to love learning and education.  I’m lucky to have married someone who agrees with me 100%.

Got a NOTEBOOK from the Association of American Editorial Cartoonists. I’m reading about my former full-time career. And when I read about the latest news from my peers, I sigh. I guess I’m thinking about what I used to do so well and I miss it.

My poor dog’s health is up and down on a daily basis. A diabetic, Banjo has fought his poor health with great gusto.  But I’m worried.  And that worry is wearing me out.  Growing old is not for wimps. That’s for sure.

SEC Media Days are going on as I write. It’s when the coaches get under the spotlight, spit out a few cliches and then head back to the practice fields. We’re a little over a month and a half away from football season.  I cherish the cliches. My thirst for all things footballs makes me tolerant of coachspeak.

Saw a report on Fox News (it has to be true, right?) that no exercising was as bad for you as smoking.  I’m sure some people saw that and thought, ” That means smoking isn’t that bad.” I’ll tell you this — I believe the report. We’re now a country of chair jockeys. We play video games, watch TV and surf on the web.  And then we’re shocked when health care gets more expensive every year. Go figure.  I guess that’s why I exercise so much. I sit on my butt all day. I know I’m a statistic waiting to happen.

I loved seeing Christie Barber, Belhaven University’s cross-country team coach, pictured on the front of the Metro/State section running in a Run from the Sun race shirt. It made my heart proud.

Apparently cold water from the Mississippi River (due to snowmelt) was the stray that broke the baby Flippers’ backs. The dolphins were already stressed due to BP’s little spill in the Gulf.  Interesting article.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Fatigue

I ran with my ol’ running buddy this morning. His name?  Fatigue. I tried to outrun it — but it birddogged me. It matched me, step for step, mile for mile.  But I kept running and muttering my new manta: Your body achieves what your mind believes.  Fatigue plodded along behind me quietly.

I ran a new route today.  It’s easy to get into a rut when you exercise. And when you get into a rut, the chances you’ll get injured (or worse quit) rise like the tide.  I’m going to start adding my exercise bike into the mix, too.  This week, I’ll start back up my pushup/sit up routine, too.  About every three months, I tweak what I’m doing. Hopefully soon I’ll be able do another class with Paul Lacoste.  Changing up your routing helps fight fatigue.

I ran down to one of the local lakes near my house. Last night’s heavy rain had caused the water to pour over the spillway.  I pulled the headphones out of my hears and listened to the rushing water.  The sound, drowning out the sound of the bugs and birds in the predawn hours, relaxed me.  I stopped for a moment, looked at the lights reflecting off the inky black water and took a deep breath. My rapidly beating heart slowed temporarily. And then I started running again.  My fatigue soon caught up with me once again.

I looked back at it and said, “Have you heard the saying, ‘your body achieves what the mind believes’?”  Fatigue nodded and then ran the other way.

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up? Besides the humidity, of course.

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The Station

A familiar fixture on one of Jackson’s busiest intersections will soon be no more. The full-service Texaco station on the corner of Woodrow Wilson and State Street is loosing its lease and will be forced to close. Millsaps College, which owns the land, wishes to reclaim the land for future expansion and says that they “want that corner to be an important statement of Millsaps College.”

I feel for Robert Ward and his son Trey (who own the station.)  I guess it is because when I go home, I drive by a strip mall that used to be my father’s full-service Chevron station.  And while I  know time marches on, that spot of land holds many of my childhood memories. Full-service gas stations are fading into history, quickly going the way of the passenger pigeon and the VHS tape.

Dad and my next-door-neighbor went into business together in 1974.  Dad had been a traveling salesman and wanted to do something closer to home.  Canton Road Standard (later Chevron) opened for business soon afterwards.  I will always remember the smell of the tires, the tire-changing machine, the ring of the bell when the car pulled into the full-service pumps and finding dimes in the Coke machine change return.  I helped out there, pumping gas and washing windshields.  Dad and my neighbor bought the land behind the station a few years later and opened up their own garage, Auto Action. But I was sad to see the day the old two-bay service station was torn down.  A lot of great memories went along with it.

The corner of State and Woodrow Wilson won’t be the same, either. I know time marches on. But seeing that building torn down for whatever statement Millsaps wants to make will tear at my memories of a Chevron Station from long ago.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: What your mind believes

Goal Weight: 195 lbs.

I’m a firm believer in what some people call “God moments.” Those moments of destiny when someone or something gives you a little nudge in another direction.  Sometimes they can be large, like a diagnosis of a disease. Or small, like a random word of encouragement from a stranger.  I had one of those moments yesterday. And it came exactly at the right time and in the U.S. Mail.

The past year and a half have brought forth many challenges and blessings. And at times, both have come in the same package.  This week has been a very frustrating week.  Several projects have hit the wall and I have hit it along with them.  Add to it a sick dog and me having to quit caffeine.  I’ve have a headache and have been pretty low. At times, I feel like my ego has been whacked like a piñata.

Yesterday I walked out to the mailbox and found an envelope addressed to my dog, Banjo. Banjo has been really struggling with his diabetes over the past couple of weeks and nearly died.  If not for a lot of great vet care and his will to live, no doubt he would not be sleeping on my bed right now. My friend Luke, one of the wisest men I know, sent Banjo a package. In it were two shirts and a certificate. Luke was the Cross Country Coach at Pope High School when I was a janitor there (and he’s originally from McComb, Miss.) On the certificate, he made Banjo an honorary Greyhound. (Pope’s mascot). And he included a Pope CC running jersey for him and a shirt I had drawn 20 years ago for the CC team. I unfolded the shirt and my jaw dropped at what was written on the it:

The Body Achieves what the Mind Believes.

Twenty years ago, I probably passed that quote off as a sports cliche — something you’d see on a Nike commercial.  Yesterday, it was an epiphany.

The Body Achieves what the Mind Believes.

I found it so true during Paul Lacoste’s Fit-for-Change workouts. Once I stopped fighting what we had to do and embraced the workout, I achieved amazing results. My body quickly followed my mind.

I thought about every part of my life that is out-of-synch right now.  How much of that is because my mind is resisting the change that is ahead of me. Is my ego actually the cause of much of my problem?   I looked about at 20 years of success literature and it all was summed up in that saying, printed in blue ink, in my own handwriting and on that shirt:

Your Body Achieves what your Mind Believes.

I ran five miles this morning.  Didn’t want to — I was enjoying sleeping.  But my mind took charge and my body followed along for the ride.  I got to the overlook and took this amazing picture, said a quick prayer of thanks for another day and quickly continued running.  (I burned 803 calories off.)  And I thought about what my body is telling me right now about my mind.  I have reflux.  My mind is stressed out.  I thought about why my mind is stressed out — what is real and what is not real.  What I can control and what I can’t. I made a mental list and I ran down the wooded trail.

I’m not a big tattoo guy (I prefer cancer scars), but I did get one, I’d have it tattooed right on my arm:

The Body Achieves what the Mind Believes.

Now to go start retraining my mind. My body will soon follow.

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Wednesday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up!  Wanted to sleep this morning. Am running instead. The body achieves what the mind believes.

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Tuesday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up?

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Thrivers

Over the past year and a half, I’ve met several people who have succeeded against bone-crushing odds. They’ve made the sweetest lemonade out life’s nastiest lemons.  They inspire and seem to have an abundance of strength and courage. I like to call them thrivers — people who were faced with life’s tsunami and learned to surf.

So, what is it that makes these thrivers able to walk through life’s flames with a grin while others fold like a cheap beach chair?  That difference interests me.

Recently I’ve interviewed three thrivers whose lives are as inspirational any movie you’ll ever see. Rankin-county native Billy Jack McDaniel was burned over 95% of his body during an oil well explosion and yet now overcomes the pain with an amazing positive attitude. He uplifts others with his message and strength. Clinton’s Joel Waters also fought the pain of burns. He’s now living life to the fullest and helps kids through Big Brothers/Big Sisters of Mississippi. Then there’s Ryan Estep, a promising high school athlete from Florence, who thanks to a single-car wreck, ended up in a wheelchair. He’ll now be representing the U.S. in the paralympic games and has a strong chance of gold in fencing. He’s a thriver that is traveling the globe. I dare say he’s a finer athlete now than he was before his wreck. And I saw thrivers on a mass scale along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. They rebuilt after losing EVERYTHING.  I’ve seen that with the Great Recession, too. While some who were laid off held on to their old job so tightly they fell to pieces, thrivers got busy and got to work.   I’ve watched cancer patients beat the odds and thrive while others with a better prognosis fade and die.  People like to call them cancer survivors. I like to think they are cancer thrivers.

What is it that makes people have this strength? What make a person more than a survivor? What makes them a thriver?   I truly don’t know. If I did, I’d bottle it.

But here are a few thriver traits that I’ve noticed:

1. Thrivers who overcome odds have a strong faith. They believe in something bigger than themselves.  It’s the force, the incentive, to pull themselves forward when times get overwhelming.

2. Thrivers limit their pity parties in length and send out few invitations. It’s perfectly OK to temporarily have your lip out when you get knocked down. But six months later, it won’t do you any good. And people that could help you don’t want to see it.

3. Thrivers have something to fight for. I always tell cancer survivors that is what they need to focus on.  They need a passion.  A reason to live.

4. Thrivers know that when one dreams dies, they shouldn’t hang on to it. This one is tough — I know first hand.  I’ve seen people hang on to their old “dream job” until it was too late.  Change can be hard.  But it also can lead to a better “dream job.”

5. Thrivers don’t stay angry at the past. They rejoice in the future. I’m particularly bad at this one. I struggle to forgive.  But this is when forgiveness is  truly divine.

6. Thrivers have a positive outlook publicly. Another one I struggle with. But you want to know a secret? Everyone has their own drama. As much as they might care for you, they really don’t want to hear yours.

7. Thrivers don’t allow people inside their heads. Just keep remembering, success is the best revenge.

8. Thrivers surround themselves with other thrivers. I’ve always heard you are the sum of your five closest friends. Chose who you hang around with carefully.  Negativity is a devastating virus that spreads like wildfire.

9. Thrivers give back to others. As Zig Ziglar once said, ‘You can have everything in life that you want if you just give enough other people what they want.’  Or you can just call it the Golden Rule. But giving back to others ties neatly into the thinking there is something bigger than  yourself part.

10. Thrivers have an amazing support system. Friends. Family. Those five closest friends I was talking about.  Joel Waters had an amazing mother and father looking out for him. Billy Jack McDaniel’s wife is tough and loving.  Ryan Estep’s parents believe in his dream.  Find your support system. And hang on them for dear life.

The thriver instinct is like muscles and your brain: You have to use it to strengthen it. That’s why I believe challenges are opportunities.  Opportunities to make yourself a better person.  To strengthen who you are.  Remember, pressure and heat also make gems.

As I look back over this list, I know I have a lot of personal work to do.  But as my career and life continue to evolve, I know I need to make sure I practice all ten steps.  If you are going through a challenge in your life, I wish you all the success in the world. And I pray that eventually, we will all realize the challenges of the past four years have been a blessing in disguise.  And that you, too, will truly become a thriver.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Potpourri

Goal weight: 195 lbs.

This morning’s weight: 200 lbs.

A few random thoughts about exercise and my recent run:

I didn’t run this morning.  No, I ran last night. Why?  Simple, so I could sleep a few extra minutes.  And besides, I spent the weekend drawing (over 20 hours)  — I needed to stretch my legs. Badly.  So run I did.

It’s pretty unusual for me to run at night. Why?  Well, first of all, I’m a “morning run” kind of guy.  I like the cool temperatures and the lack of traffic.  I got neither last night.  The humidity was like running through syrup. And even more irksome, there were a lot of cars out. With it being dark, I felt at risk. (I should have brought my headlight).  I altered my route to take me off the main roads. So at the end of the modified-route sweatiest, I ran 5.10 miles at a 5.6 mph pace.  Not particularly fast, but considering the hills and the humidity, I’ll take it.  I burned over 800 calories. I also figured out that last month I burned over 15,000 calories running.  (My Garmin GPS watch calculates your calorie burn).  I’ll take that. But back to the subject at hand: While running at night was convenient (I do like to sleep in), I think I’ll stick to my morning runs.  And I think I’m still sweating.

I quit caffeine four days ago for medical reasons. I’m just now getting past the headaches and other symptoms.  Right now (with it being 5:30 a.m.) I could use a big cup of tea to wake me up.  Oh well, that ain’t happening.  But I can say that the lack of tea and the medicine have improved my esophagus. No blood.  The symptoms have been fixed. Now to start working on the cause.

My shoes have right at 300 miles on their odometer. Recommendations are to get at new pair at around 300 to 500 miles. No, this isn’t to enrich the shoe manufactures. When you run, you break down the cushioning the protects your knees, joints, bones etc.  I run in Brooks Beasts.  They’re a $130 heavy-duty shoe stabilizing shoe designed for heavier people and overpronators. I’m both (heavy by runner standards). I’ve worn them for over 15 years.  But I can never get more than 300 miles out of them.  Usually I start having some knee aches when its time to get new ones. It’s about time to save up and buy a new pair. As the old saying goes, “good shoes are cheaper than knee surgery.” I recommend a full-service running store to get your shoes.  This is one time when it makes sense to pay for great service. Your knees (and wallet) will thank you in the long run.

Long run.  I almost made a joke. But it’s too early to make a joke. So let me say, “Have a nice Monday.”  The road is out there ahead of us. Let’s conquer it.

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Monday Free-For-All

We’re at the top of the hill, let the roller coaster start going!

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