Goal weight: 195
This morning’s weight: 223.2
Pushing the devil.
That’s what I call pushing a folded towel the length of a gym floor. When my team ran our warm-up laps around the gym at 5 a.m., I saw them quietly waiting there, neatly folded and ready to torment me. I knew they were coming. I felt the dread build in my gut. But we had other work to do first.
After stretching and warmups, we went out to the track and ran 220’s. (sprint 220, jog 220 — rinse and repeat.) We ended up running a mile total. Then we came back into the gym for our next station: Core work with Clark Bruce. Clark has his own amazing weigh loss story, so let’s just say he likes to push you like he was once pushed. And he really pushed us today. In between exercises, we ran sprints. Then it was time to push the devil. It was time to push the towel.
When you push the towel, you lean over on your hands, resting them on a folded towel. Then you push with your legs all the way down the length of the basketball court and then you turn around and push it back. Yes, it is as hard as it sounds. After you complete it, you then run four down-and-backs on the gym and then you repeat pushing the towel. When you’re 6’1″ and 223 lbs. that isn’t a very natural thing to do. Or easy.
This is the third time we’ve pushed the devil. And this time I did much better job than I did the first two times. I’m making progress. (except for a pulled back muscle — that should make life interesting).
We finished the day with 10-sec rapid reps in the weight room and then our final laps of the day.
The bottom line is this: You have to face the things you dread in life and conquer them before you can taste success. Today I pushed the devil and lived to fight another day. And because of it, I have the confidence to push the other devils that dare to cross my path.
You are so inspiring!