Make the Undertaker Sorry

1743665_10153875647655721_141113459_nWhen I heard that my former coworker and Clarion-Ledger columnist Orley Hood died, a wave of sorrow crashed over me.  I thought of all the group lunches we had enjoyed at the Thai House. I remembered Orley’s stories. I felt blessed to have worked with him.  I thought about how much I enjoyed reading his columns.  Now, I wish I could read more of them. I really crave an Orley novel. That would have been amazing.

Harold Ramis died yesterday.  His creative legacy is long and distinguished.  If a movie made you laugh in the 1980’s and 90’s, Ramis probably had something to do with it. Animal House, Caddyshack, Stripes, Ghostbusters, Groundhog Day and those are just a few of the great motion pictures he was a part of.  Selfishly, I’d love to see one more Harold Ramis comedy.

Because when creative people die, it tears at the world’s fabric.

I was honored last Saturday at the Cancer Gala. A very nice woman came up and told me the story of her brother’s melanoma recurrence. He had a melanoma like mine and within four years, it had roared back. He’s now Stage IV and is in a brutal fight for his life. I listened and breathed as deeply as I could.  Anxiety crept in and clutched my soul.  I know I am a ticking time bomb.  I know my melanoma could come back at any time. I have a sword hanging over my head. I could die from a recurrence. But I also could live to 100. Or I could die tomorrow crossing the street. We all can.

But it got me thinking. What am I doing to create a legacy? How am I spending my time on Earth? What lessons can I learn?

These are a few of them:

Make the most of every single moment.

Leave no talent’s stone unturned.

Bring joy to those around you.

Craft a creative legacy.

Shuck procrastination and embrace urgency.

Live your life like Mark Twain said: “Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

Yes, that’s it. Make the undertaker sorry.

Because Orley Hood and Harold Ramis sure did.

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 25, 2014

My legs cramped yesterday.  Lactic acid burned both of them and I felt the cloak of exhaustion battering me.  Like the tide that refused to go out, fatigue overwhelmed me, flooding me with sleepiness. I poured all the ice from the ice maker into the the cold water in the tub.  And then I sat down in the icy bath.

HOLY #$%#!  IT WAS FREEZING!!!!!!!!

If I had been a turtle, I’d still be in my shell.

A late work night and tired legs (I ran 13.5 miles last weekend after a five-day workout without a break), meant I needed a rest.  I took a day off today and will take another ice bath again.

Tomorrow I’ll hit the workout hard. This time with fresher legs.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 24, 2014

straight_grip_hand_stand_pushups_startingIt’s Monday. Normally, I would have slept in (until 6) but we’re making up another snow/ice/rain day today. So I was blessed with another opportunity to work out.

See what I just did?

I could have complained that I had to get up. I could have whined that I was tired and didn’t want to work out. I could have mentioned my legs are pretty much shot from running over the weekend.

And yes, my legs are tired.

But I decided that I would embrace today’s workout with my whole heart.  And surprisingly, my attitude pulled my tired body through the day.

It was an upper-body workout today. Even Leonard’s station was geared more toward it.  I ran with a bar over my head. I threw a medicine ball as my friend and I shuffled down the court. Sure, my legs got a workout, too — I kept moving the whole time. But I could tell the day would be geared toward the waist up.

We did an inside four-corner drills (run the Gauntlet and then do pushups, sit-ups, burpees and squats along the course.) Then we went to Clark who had us doing unnatural things with a 25-lb. pound weight.  My favorite is the wall stands.  When I was in college, I used to do pushups while standing on my hands. That was a long, long time ago.  From there we went to the treadmill, where I did an incline of 15%, then ran 6.0, 6.5, 7.0 and 8.0 mph.  I could feel the lactic acid in my legs gurgling and cursing my very being.  After six minutes, we went into the bike room and rode the bike. That actually felt good.

I ran a 5K race Saturday and a 10-mile run yesterday.  We have another five-day training schedule this week.  I’m just thankful I have so many opportunities to improve my health and live a better life for my family.

But right now, I’m taking a nap. I’m positive about it.

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SHORT STORY: Throwing Stones

untitledEarly one Spring morning, wispy fog slipped across a small pond’s glassy surface. As the sun rose, there was a stillness in the air. A distant crow’s call echoed across the water, breaking the silence. A man and a little boy walked out to the pond together.  The man reached down and picked up a small stone and threw it into the water.

Kerplop.

The splash stilled the crow’s call and caused rings to spread outward across the pond’s surface. Then the water stilled again.  The father picked up a second stone and threw it into the water.

Kersplash.

Once again, rings moved outward until the water once again became glass.

The boy looked at his father with a quizzical look. “What are you doing, Dad?”

The father threw yet another stone and began to speak. “Each stone represents a dream of mine.  Me throwing it is the effort I put into making my dream into a reality.  The pond is the world around us. And the circles are how my dreams change it.”

The boy was smarter than his years. He looked at his dad and said bluntly, “But the pond goes back to how it was. How do your dreams change the world?”

The dad patted the little boy on the back. “You’ll see son. It will all become clear to you someday.”

The son picked up a rock and flung it as far as he could, too.  More rings formed.

Days and years passed. The little boy joined his dad to throw rocks.  And every day they’d go out into the world and work hard to make their dreams come true.

When the boy was 25, his father suddenly passed away.  The morning of the funeral, it was just him. Angry at the world, he picked up the biggest rock he could find and heaved it into the water.

“DAMN YOU!” he cursed the pond. “My father’s dreams didn’t change the world and mine won’t either!”

But instead of the the usual “Kelsplash,” there was a more clacking sound — more like the sound of rock hitting rock.  And there, seemingly on top of the water, sat the stone.

The son stared curiously at rock. He then picked up a second one and threw it.  Crack.  It sat next to the first one.

Year after year of throwing rocks into the pond had changed it after all.  A little island began to form.  Encouraged, the son continued to throw his rocks — now with greater intensity.

Day after day turned into year after year. The island grew and life began to form on it.  A bird dropped an acorn on the rocky surface and a little oak began to take root.  The son still threw rocks and was soon joined by his own son.  Dreams flew into the sky and landed into the pond. The little tree slowly turned into a bigger tree and soon shaded the island beneath its limbs.

“Why are do we throw rocks, dad?” the grandson asked the son.

The father patted his son on the back and said, “The rocks are our dreams. Our throwing them represents our effort to make them come true. And the pond is the world around us.”

And at that moment, he found the answer to his own question. No one rock changed the pond. But by dreaming and working consistently every day over the years, he and his father had truly changed the world.

He smiled at the oak tree and picked up another stone and tossed it into the pond.  And as he looked out at the little island, he understood his father’s wisdom: Dreams can change the world if you consistently throw enough of them.

 

 

 

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Heaven’s Writers Club Meeting.

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 21, 2014

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There’s no more dangerous place than your comfort zone.  And there’s not a more dangerous way to travel through life than going through the motions.

But dam’… it was tempting to go through the motions this morning.

I’m whupped. Tired. Exhausted. Spent. Wiped out. Beat.

Today was our fifth day of PLS this week. We normally do four — but we’re making up a snow/ice day this week.  In the past three weeks, I have done 13 days of PLS training, run 13, 14, 4.4., 5.5. and 5.5 miles and rested three days.  My legs are mush. My brain is right behind my legs.

I would have been tempting to go through the motions this morning.  But I didn’t.

Why? One, there is such as thing as personal responsibility. If I’m going to show up, I’m going to do the work. Two, I’ve found that most of my injuries come when I am not giving 100%. As soon as I slack off or don’t do an exercise properly, I get hurt.

So I pushed today.  Thankfully I didn’t get hurt. But man o’ man, I was tired.

Back in the Stone Age, when I played football, my coach did a drill to teach us to always think when you are tired. You did silent jumping jacks and you had to stop all in unison or you added a jumping jack. In between, the coach ran our butts off. So you didn’t want to be adding more.  You had to focus even when your tongue was dragging.

You have to think when you are tired. You have to find that special something inside of you that keeps pushing you when you are exhausted. Life doesn’t give you rest breaks.

But I’d love to take one right now. I’m exhausted and want to crawl onto the floor and sleep. But I have a busy day ahead of me.

That’s the discipline I need to succeed. But I do look forward to resting on Sunday.

 

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 20, 2014

treadmillWhen you have to eat frogs, eat the biggest one first.

Today’s frog was Chips ‘n’ Salsa — you know, the one where we walk on our hands and drag our feet on a tray. We had to go to mid-court, pick up the tray and then run a sprint down and back. I think we did that six times.  It may have been five — I don’t know, but it was a lot of work. But I took the biggest frog and ate it.  And set the tempo for the day.

We did lots of wall sits.  We lifted a leg and passed a weighted ball.  I remember when that used to kill me.  That was a long, long time ago.

We also ran ladders and sprints. And Clark had us on the treadmill. We started at 6.5 mph, moved to 7.5 and finished the eight minutes at 8 mph.  It wasn’t easy (I really started to sweat when we went to 8 mph) but I survived it. We did have a teammate fall off the back of the treadmill. She, amazingly, did not get hurt.  Running at 8 mph on a treadmill isn’t for the weak at heart.  I’m thankful she is OK.

At the end of the session, we weighed. I lost another two pounds — which puts me at 12 total for the program. I want to lose 25 before the end of the 12 weeks — my goal is to never get over 200 lbs. again.  I really need to lose another 13 lbs.

We’re halfway done. I had better get serious on the diet part.  One of the areas where I have struggled is being exhausted all the time.  When I am exhausted, I eat for energy.  The trick is to eat the right things.  And maybe, eventually, get some rest.

This is a five-day workout week. Next week is, too. I’m running a 5K with my son on Saturday. Rest isn’t on the calendar.

 

 

 

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CARTOON: Russian elimination

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Fit2Fat2FitBlog: Feb. 19, 2014

IMG_9370-595x236Imagine three basketball courts side by side.  Now, lay folded towels on the edge of the far court. Run the width of two courts, bend over and push the towel the width of the third. Turn around and push it back to where you found it. Then get up and run back the width of two courts. When you get to where you started, do either squats, jumping jacks or some other exercise. Then repeat. Over and over and over.  I think I did six reps.  I might have done seven.

That was our first of five stations today.

I used to get ill when I saw towels folded on the court. The first time I ever did them, I hit my knees when I collapsed and hurt my kneecap. Now, I own them.  Flat out own them.

Towels are hard, don’t get me wrong. But a big part of them is mental. I think that’s a pretty good metaphor for many other things in life.

On our 3rd station, we ran at 6.5 mph for eight minutes. Then we did core in the aerobics room. That room was very hot and I started to sweat profusely.  My last station was the weight equipment and I was very conscientious about wiping the equipment off.  I’m sorry I sweat. But I try to be thoughtful about it.  Guess I need to spend some time in a sauna to get acclimated to the sudden hot gym conditions.  Until then, I just have one thing to say:

Sweat happens.

 

 

 

 

 

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Fit2Fat2Fat Blog: Day 25

Fitness_How-to-warm-up_04v5_Inch-Worm_575x250(1)The heat’s on. No, I don’t mean from Paul — although he has been pushing us hard the last few days. No I mean since the temperatures are no longer Arctic-cold outside, the gym is now quite toasty inside.  And if sweat is your fat crying, mine is pitching a hissy fit.

The very first thing I did after warm-ups was Chips & Salsa. Line 1 starts with Leonard’s circuit and I purposefully choose the thing that I think it the hardest.  I have gotten so much better at Chips & Salsa in the past year. With two bad rotator cuffs, I’m quite amazed I can walk down a basketball court only using my hands. But it’s a lesson I’ve learned in life — take on the hardest thing first and get it out of the way.  I did Chips & Salsa twice. The second time, I did to half court and back in the time I had. It was my victory of the day.

I mentioned Line 1.  Paul breaks us up into lines.  You end up working out with the same people (for the most part) based on athletic ability and build a bond of friendship and competition. If you are lucky, you get in with some good athletes who will make you better.  I am lucky.  Line 1 this time is fantastic.  Everyone has their strength and will push you to make you better. They also will support you when you are struggling.  We all struggle.  There are bad days along with the good ones. I am honored to be Line 1. Paul and the coaches push us the hardest because the most is expected from us.  Halfway through the 12-week program, I am better shape than I have been at this point during any PLS training.  I am blessed to get to workout with my friends.  It is what gives me strength when I am about to give in.  And there have been some rough days.  Paul complimented our line and said we had great team spirit. I know we were all proud of that.

Brandon joined us today from Line 2.  He is as good of an athlete as I am and probably better in some ways. It is good to have him aboard.  He will push all of us. He is a great addition to our team.

We did the W-drill, sprints with bear crawls and inch-worms, the Gauntlet with 25-lb weights and the treadmill. By the time I was on the treadmill, I was a sweaty mess.

The heat’s on.  It’s time to make that fat cry.

 

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