Had the Paul Lacoste version of Daylight Savings Time this morning. A film crew from a PBS documentary was in Mississippi to report on how fat we are. So I joined my 6 a.m. brothers and sisters and went through the workout while being filmed.
“Work it baby! Ooooh yeah!” (In my best Austin Powers photographer voice.)
I was on an airplane most of yesterday evening and woke up sore and dehydrated from it. (drink lots of water while flying — trust me). Sleeping until 5 a.m. was almost sinful. I ran a quick lap to warm up and we stretched. Heck, I even got a compliment during “high knees.”
Me be proud.
Coach Clark, feeling the pressure of the camera and having a blue-weighted ball to share with us, tried to kill us. Well, no, he didn’t. But It was a pretty tough workout.
Coach Morgan, never shy or retiring, combined boards and chips and salsa. It was a WTH moment, actually. It’s like mixing a hydrogen bomb with an atomic bomb. Like one of them won’t kill you enough.
Weights went well. It was shoulder day, so I listened to my left shoulder pop like a bowl of rice crispies. Every pop is one pop closer to being stronger. Yeah.
Then we ran with a parachute. There aren’t many things funnier looking than me running with a parachute. It’s like a Ford Pinto popping a chute to slow down.
Ladders were next. Followed by the “Hit it!” drill in the endzone. “Hit it!” “Hit it!”
Life is about getting back up quickly when you’re knocked down. “Hit it!”
As I ran out of the stadium (I do that every morning), one of the film crew said, “Congratulations — that was amazing.”
Really, if you think about it, it is. Mississippi may be the fattest state in the Universe. But there are a few people trying to break that image. I’m proud to be one of them.