Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 5. Jan 13.
The D
evil does six-inches (and burpees) for fun. What are six-inches? Lie on your back and lift your feet (together) to the height of six inches. Sounds simple, right? Well, not so much if you have abs of flab. Six-inches burn. Hurt. Annoy. Pester. Aggravate. And flat suck. I first experienced them during seventh grade football practice. I’ve had a hate/hate affair with them ever since.
This morning, guess what we did. Did you guess six-inches? Well, actually, we did a lot of things. But there was this one point with Coach Neil where he had us do six-inches. We were tired by that point and honestly, I think I’d have rather been bathing a cat or pulling nose hair. But my feet went up and they stayed up. And stayed up. And stayed up some more.
Now, this is were the twist came in. If anyone in the room (lines 1 and 2 were together) allowed their feet to hit the floor, he would add time for the rest of us. And guess what? Someone’s feet hit the floor. And Coach Neil made good on his word. We had to hold our feet up higher.
It was one small sliver of an hour-long workout. One small moment. But it was an important one. Because today we learned the consequences of letting down our team. It’s one thing to let yourself down. It’s another to screw over the ones who depend on you.
It’s living for something bigger than yourself. Your buddy. Your teammate. Your family. Your God.
We went back outside and worked hard with Coach Clark (which is a given). There was a time when I wanted to rest when we were doing a particularly tough core workout. But I looked at my line-mates on either side of me. They were doing the exercise. I refused to let them down and pushed through the pain.
Living for something bigger than yourself. That’s the next level.