Category Archives: Fat-Fit-Fat

The rain felt like cold needles. I tried to look around — it’s not like I can see much when I’m not wearing my glasses. I saw a mass of people teeming and spilling out from the stadium onto the … Continue reading →

One thing I try to cram in my kids’ heads is that they are the sum of their five closest friends. How I do I know? I prove the theory four mornings a week at 5 a.m. on Madison Central’s … Continue reading →

The hardest it is for me to workout is when I need it the most: When I am busy. And I am busy. I missed two workout sessions last week (One because I was commuting from New Orleans and the … Continue reading →

My son was glum last night between his guitar and soccer practices. I asked what was bugging him and he said he was tired. “I push myself harder than some of the other kids.” I smiled and said, “Really?” He … Continue reading →

Let’s do a quick physical inventory: 1. Sore from Thursday’s leg day. Check. 2. Sore from Saturday’s 16-mile run. Check again. 3. Mentally whipped because of some family stuff. Check once again. So I went into this morning’s workout mentally, … Continue reading →

Modern artificial turf has come a long way from the green Astroturf that lined stadiums and the bed of your average El Camino. The old stuff was plastic grass slapped on concrete (and would give you the mother of all … Continue reading →

“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as … Continue reading →

Imagine four-hundred yard sprints while dragging a cold, damp parachute. Imagine doing it twice. Then imagine running that while you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I ran much slower than I would had liked this morning. … Continue reading →

My 12-week bootcamp is halfway over. I lost three more pounds this weigh-in — mainly because I’ve had my butt run off. I commented this morning, “When did I get beaten by a baseball bat and did anyone see who … Continue reading →