Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Friday

Goal Weight: 195 lbs.

I ran with a heavy heart this morning.  I had scanned the headlines before I hit the streets and read about the shootings in Aurora, Colorado. As my feet pounded the pavement, I thought of what a screwed-up world we live in. I took in as much air as I could. I felt my chest expand and then I exhaled. I repeated it over and over and over as I ran.  My left knee is slightly in pain because of a Patella tendon injury (the front part of my kneecap is sore).  Worn shoes and tight muscles are to blame. I thought about myself for a few minutes instead of the fate of the world.  The world seemed as dark as the pre-dawn sky above.

I had planned on only running three miles, but I craved the endorphins.  I needed the “runners high” today.  Quitting caffeine has been a challenge and has at times, left me very down. Bad news from a town that I’ve never been to was like someone throwing me an anchor in the deep-end of the pool.  I kept running. And as the dawn began to sneak over the horizon, I felt better.

I read about some new pill (whose name I can’t pronounce) that promises to help people lose weight. Good for it — although it also has a list of side-effects.  Exercise and diet have helped me lose weight, too.  And they also have side-effects. Good side effects. Like improved mood.

I finished up my five-mile run drenched in sweat and in a better spirit.  The world seems like it is going mad, but I know I can handle the chaos better than if I hadn’t run.

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Mad World

@marshallramsey If the world isn’t going mad, it’s getting close.

I tweeted that at 4:30 a.m. when I saw the breaking news from Aurora, Colorado.  A gunman walked into a crowded midnight screening of new Batman film, The Dark Knight Rises, tossed smoke grenades and opened fire.  Fourteen innocent people died, 50 were wounded (many critically).  Children are included in the body count.  I recoiled in horror as one witness describe a policeman carry out what seemed to be a dead child.

I then prayed for the world.  A world that seems to be coming apart at the seams. Drought. Economic bad news. Wars. I walked into my sons’ rooms and looked at them sleeping peacefully. What kind of screwed-up world are they growing up in?

As I walked back out toward the front door to go for my run, I looked up at the bookshelf at the pictures of my grandparents.  And then I thought, “They probably had the same exact thought as they watched my parents sleeping.”  The Great Depression had wrecked this country.  Drought had created the Dust Bowl. Hitler was marching across Europe. The Japanese were savaging China.  My grandparents had to wonder what kind of screwed-up world their kids were being raised in, too.

I realized the world isn’t going any more mad now than it was then.  Or any other time in history. In fact, I’ll dare say that the world isn’t going mad at all. The world is just the world. It’s just full of people going mad.  And it’s up to the good people out there to take up the slack and try to make it a better place.

I’ll pray for the victims last night senseless shootings. And I’m thankful a suspect is in custody.  I’ll struggle to create a good world for my sons to grow up in so they can raise kids of their own in a world that seems like it has gone completely mad.

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Friday Free-For-All

Prayers for the victims of the horrible shooting in Aurora, Colorado.

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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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