Category Archives: Fat-Fit-Fat

When you do walking pushups, inchworms and bear-crawls across the length of a basketball court, you have two thoughts: 1. Why in the heck am I doing this? Followed by. 2. I did it. I’m just thankful I can’t see … Continue reading →

You’re just humming along and then out of nowhere, you get hit by a train.  A train called core work. And it’s driven by Clark.  Who’s Clark? He is the mild-mannered #2 of PLS who is actually a bionic man. … Continue reading →

I ran nine miles on Saturday before the sun came up.  I can tell you for a fact that the Ridgeland Multipurpose Trail is as black as ink.  My headlamp that I wear was dead because my son had decided … Continue reading →

They were folded neatly and lined up in a row.  Since we were the second group, they were already covered with dust. I swear us pushing them is how Jackson State cleans the gym floor. They were towels.  And I … Continue reading →

Woo-wee, we did some runnin’ this mornin’.  Suicides, sprints, suicides, laps on the track.  We were just a huffin’ and a puffin’.  Then they threw in some weights and some mountain climbers and a few zillion push-ups just to make … Continue reading →

An open letter to the treadmill: Dear Treadmill. You may not remember me, but I’m the fat guy you pushed around last year. Ah, you’re starting to remember now, right? No? Let me jog your memory a bit: 1. I’m … Continue reading →

One of the advantages of running at 5 a.m. is that no one can see you. Of course, it’s also one of the disadvantages, too. No one, not even me, wants to get run over by a car.  I wear … Continue reading →

I am slowly getting back to running longer and longer distances. Yes, my knee is still sore, but it doesn’t hurt like it did. And I have discovered the more I stretch it, the better it performs. So I will … Continue reading →

At the end of the first quarter, the score is Marshall: 6 pounds lost. Fat: 0 I stepped off the scale this morning and was a little upset. I hadn’t lost any weight in the past two weeks. But then … Continue reading →

You might notice that there wasn’t a Day 13. It’s not that I fear the number 13.  What I feared was driving back from Oxford, Mississippi in the middle of the night during severe thunderstorms. So while my PLS friends … Continue reading →