It’s PLS Friday — or the last day of the training week. Tomorrow, we have the day off. I am running five miles in the morning to celebrate.
Want to knock me down? Take your finger and jab my triceps. They are so sore that I would crumple like a house of card
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I’m sore.
But I’m supposed to be sore.
And if I wasn’t after today’s workout, I’d be Superman.
Eight stations in an hour. Clark (who has a bionic stomach) on core work (60 sit-ups, six-inches, bicycles and more). Pushing the boards — (bent over pushing a plank down the football field 5 times x 40 yards = 200 yards.). Cone drills. Lunges. Jumping jacks with hand weights. Inchworms. Bear crawls. The gauntlet up and down the Madison County Football stadium stairs. Run run run. The boards were a challenge. I have a GREAT line to motivate me, though.
Add to it, another glorious sunrise.
I finished strong. And then I showered and drove to Meridian where I spoke for an hour at 9:15 a.m.
Week one is out of the way. It was a tough week — Paul isn’t playing around this summer. We hit the ground running full speed. But that’s OK. It’s why I am out there. I’m on the way to being in the best shape of my life.