Monthly Archives: July 2015

Jim Collins reached down and placed a handful of dirt into a jar. He tightly screwed on the lid and wrote the word “home” on a piece of tape. The brutally hot August sun painted the fields brown. A lone … Continue reading →

Everyone is running from something. Some are just better runners than others. The Dolphin Breeze Resort’s pink stucco betrayed its age and the fact the resort was past its prime. Nestled squarely in the middle of the Redneck Rivera, the … Continue reading →

It was our last of at least 40 ‘Super Circuit’ stations this morning. (Each station lasted 45 seconds with a 15 second break to get to the next station.) My oldest son was my workout partner. We shuffled toward the … Continue reading →

This post could refer to about anywhere. I’ve lived in Georgia, Texas, California, Tennessee and Mississippi. All have had great things about them that I’ve loved. And all have severely ticked me off at one time or the other. Let … Continue reading →

This is the last week of the 12-week Paul Lacoste Bootcamp. I work out on the Madison Central football field from 5 until 6 each morning — it’s an intense workout. And I’m easily in the best shape of my … Continue reading →

Mississippi produces some of America’s most creative artists. So I wondered, “What if we could pack my radio studio with a stand-up comedian, an editorial cartoonist, a musician and two authors and get them to talk about their creative process?” … Continue reading →

“I want to do Paul Lacoste training with you.” My then 14-year-old son had seen me working out and wanted to try it, too. I have to admit, I was a little wary. I had done the bootcamp eight times … Continue reading →

I look back at the past five years and honestly believe that everything bad that happened was placed in front of my path to make me better. I’ve faced challenges that have made me question my talent, my abilities, my … Continue reading →

I was temporarily stuck in traffic this morning and I decided to look around at the people surrounding me. There was a balding man, probably my age, driving an older four-door sedan. He had a worried look on his face … Continue reading →