The highest compliment I can pay a workout program is this: After seven weeks, I am sore. That means I’m still being challenged and I’m growing (and shrinking around the middle). Bravo to Paul Lacoste and the coaches. But wow: This week was a #$%#$. It was REALLY tough. I’m wiped out.
I mean, we ended it by hopscotching around a track. Sure, it sounds simple. But it’s really not. My ankles hate my guts. And the rest of me.
But Wayne put in perspective with a quote from both Zig Ziglar and Roger Staubach:
There are no traffic jams on the extra mile.
Of course, there are broken down and abandoned vehicles.
At this point, we’re tired. It would be easy to quit. How many times in your life have you felt like saying, “#$% it, I’m outta here!”? That’s where this kind of training comes in handy. It teaches you to perform when you are tired.
Sports isn’t life. But it’s training for life. Finish it. Finish it strong. Five more weeks until the next level.
I’ll be hopscotching it the whole way.
P.S. Found out that Coach Austin is from Georgia, too and that his father played at UT when I was a senior there. While his dad was butting heads, I was drawing cartoons. It’s a small world.