Tired
I am TIRED.
It is 11:49am and I have just done my second set of pushups today. My muscles are really feeling the strain of yesterday's pushups and football practice. Every set hurts today. Every pushup hurts... but I won't quit. I have made a commitment to myself to build a better me and I mean it.
Pain is weakness leaving the body... I have a lot of weakness to get rid of.
Football
Football practice is not something I have mentioned previously, but it is something that I am doing. Not as a player, but as a coach. I am helping coach a women's powder puff team, made up of dedicated moms, who are practicing and training for a charity game of full contact flag football (with helmets and pads) to raise money for scholarships for players that would otherwise be unable to meet the costs associated with the game.
However, I am not just standing around coaching, I have strapped on the pads and a helmet and am actively engaging the ladies to teach techniques and skills. I am running with them, doing agility work with them and sweating my butt off with them. Our coaching staff is trying to push them as far physically as they are ready and able to go. Each lady is different in terms of athletic ability and conditioning level, but we want each one to give everything they can, while still preventing injuries.
I have been a blocking dummy, sweat rolling off my brow and down my nose to drip like a leaking faucet, as the line of eager women wait to tee off on me one after another. I have been a cornerback, running with receiver after receiver as they learn routes and proper change of direction techniques (Cutting). Most of these drills they run once and move to the back of the line, but I don't get that break. I do get other breaks though. I am free to remove my helmet or mouthpiece to speak to the group, while the ladies must stay buckled up.
Regardless, football practice is hard work and it takes a toll on me and my body.... and I love every minute of it.
These ladies are putting their heart and soul, along with all of their energy and effort, into becoming the best team they can be. They want to raise money for these kids. They want to put on a great show for the paying fans. More than anything though, they want to win. They want their hard work and dedication rewarded on the field of battle with a victory. They deserve it and I will do everything in my power to help them achieve their goal. Plan, Action, Action, Action, Goal. Everyday is another small step in their journey towards their goal and mine.
They won't quit and neither will I.
I am TIRED.
It is 11:49am and I have just done my second set of pushups today. My muscles are really feeling the strain of yesterday's pushups and football practice. Every set hurts today. Every pushup hurts... but I won't quit. I have made a commitment to myself to build a better me and I mean it.
Pain is weakness leaving the body... I have a lot of weakness to get rid of.
Football
Football practice is not something I have mentioned previously, but it is something that I am doing. Not as a player, but as a coach. I am helping coach a women's powder puff team, made up of dedicated moms, who are practicing and training for a charity game of full contact flag football (with helmets and pads) to raise money for scholarships for players that would otherwise be unable to meet the costs associated with the game.
However, I am not just standing around coaching, I have strapped on the pads and a helmet and am actively engaging the ladies to teach techniques and skills. I am running with them, doing agility work with them and sweating my butt off with them. Our coaching staff is trying to push them as far physically as they are ready and able to go. Each lady is different in terms of athletic ability and conditioning level, but we want each one to give everything they can, while still preventing injuries.
I have been a blocking dummy, sweat rolling off my brow and down my nose to drip like a leaking faucet, as the line of eager women wait to tee off on me one after another. I have been a cornerback, running with receiver after receiver as they learn routes and proper change of direction techniques (Cutting). Most of these drills they run once and move to the back of the line, but I don't get that break. I do get other breaks though. I am free to remove my helmet or mouthpiece to speak to the group, while the ladies must stay buckled up.
Regardless, football practice is hard work and it takes a toll on me and my body.... and I love every minute of it.
These ladies are putting their heart and soul, along with all of their energy and effort, into becoming the best team they can be. They want to raise money for these kids. They want to put on a great show for the paying fans. More than anything though, they want to win. They want their hard work and dedication rewarded on the field of battle with a victory. They deserve it and I will do everything in my power to help them achieve their goal. Plan, Action, Action, Action, Goal. Everyday is another small step in their journey towards their goal and mine.
They won't quit and neither will I.
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