60 minutes
Happy T-Day to all. Uncle Mubamba says “Haeeeeeiiiiii”, which is what “hi” sounds like with a honkin’ goiter the size of Britney’s next boob job stuck next to your esophagus.
Oh, I’m in a swell mood. Buddhadamn placekickers. They should all have a toe removed for all kicks missed under 40 yards in indoor stadiums. Yeah. That would do it. Then again, Dallas’ very own Billy “Heads I Make It, Tails I Don’t” Cundiff would be toeless, fingerless, and possible singing with the Vienna Boys Choir by now.
Okay, I’ll get over it…but it won’t be easy. It will require all of you sending me money, bearabonds, and some new socks.
Just another quickie blog to say, “Yeah, I blogged…so at least SOMEONE in Dallas can play for 60 minutes and then some.” I also wanted to make one point about “60 minutes” — the length of God’s Game, not the TV show.
Life is not about “playing the full 60 minutes,” an expression we heard a lot in football. It’s about playing as long as the game lasts.
Here’s my point: for the past 6 weeks, the Dallas Cowboys’ defense has heard the chant, “Play 60 minutes.” Not 56 like against Washington. Not 58 like against Seattle. 6-0. That’s the length of a typical game.
Great advice, right? Wrong.
There’s such a thing called “overtime”.
Dallas played for 60 minutes, and played hard. With the exception of a few errant throws and an absolutely inexcusable missed 36-yard field goal (I kicked it that far and I’m not a kicker), Dallas played a hard-fought game for the entire duration…of regulation time, that is.
They lost the game a mere 2 minutes later.
Hang with me — they were hearing, “60 minutes” more than they heard “play until the game is over.” This is how incredibly crucial our language is, folks.
Just a thought — stop looking at scales. Don’t “diet until you’re X pounds”, just eat ideally for the rest of your life; for the “rest of the game.” As long as it takes.
Stop looking at the watch on the cardio machine you’re on. Stop counting reps and sets and just train until you’re done.
You may be surprised that your “60 minutes” goes into overtime — and unlike America’s Team, you’ll be well-prepared for the journey. {10}
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Pete said:
Dear Drooper,
Happy thanksgiving.
As I was in the gym last night this news report came on the T.V. :
http://xtramsn.co.nz/lifestyles/0,,12600-5064032,00.html
… and I thought I’d like to hear your take on this thanksgiving story.
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 04:21 AM
Tammy said:
Okay, that game IS over. I like to tell myself to learn from the past, not repeat it, and your concept of playing until the game is over versus ‘regulation’ time is a great one learned. I all too often am very anxious to get off of the treadmill (of life?) constantly preoccupied with all I have to do the rest of the day (in the future?) instead of being mindful and present in the moment I am working out, enjoying and getting the most out of each step, each lift, each stretch (each contact, each experience, each moment?). Any suggestions in seperating my workout time from the anxieties and demands of the rest of the day? I do remind myself of the overwhelming importance of this time to enable me to accomplish the rest of the day with optimal energy, but my thoughts pull me back into the anxiety instead of the moment. Hmmmm, why do I feel anxiety? I guess that is something I have to think about while on the treadmill today? Become concious and validate the anxiety I feel and explore the thoughts behind them? Any thoughts?
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 08:19 AM
Cheryl said:
Awww, so sorry YOUR team lost. But MINE won! Go Broncos! :D
Took a while to get there, but I like your analogy. Do it you’re done. Yes, I like it very much. Thanks.
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 08:36 AM
Cheryl said:
See, I was so giddy with victory that I didn’t check my post…Do it ‘til you’re done. I still like it. That and winning.
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 08:38 AM
Jon Benson said:
To Pete:
I refuse to droop for more than an hour or so… : )
Happy T-Day to you, do. (Anyone notice? T-Day? D-Day? Hmmm? : )
First of all, with that look on her face, I’d like to invite her over to Thanksgiving dinner next year…I’ll just be sure to buy stock in Butter Ball prior. “Delicious bird eats delicious bird” would have made a great headline…or a bad porn movie.
My take: sad.
The reason: many people will assume, “Hey, overeating didn’t make HER fat, so…” You know, just ignorance of metabolic differences. There are people who can eat a ton of food and not gain an ounce. They have their drawbacks as well — they HAVE to eat a ton of food or they wither away.
Here’s something for you guys to think about: a lot of bodybuilders I know, myself included, complain more about eating TOO MUCH than too little, most of the time. I use “complain” in part-jest on my part, as I joke more than complain, but I know guys who downright ‘dislike’ eating so much food all the time.
Anyway, that’s my take…open to yours mate!
To Tammy:
Absolutely: schedule it as a meeting. Seriously. I know this sounds like a cheesy cheap trick, but it works, especially over time. If you have a computer dayplanner (or a hard-copy one), just plan each workout for a month, but list it as “Meeting with Tammy”. The brain will start to match these meetings with the perceived importance of other ‘meetings’, and eventually meeting with yourself will become equally (hopefully more) important than meeting with someone else.
Also, refrain from the use of the terms “anxiety” and so-forth to describe normal working-day challenges. Even the use of the term “challenges” is more comforting to the mind than a literal ‘disorder’, which is what anxiety is.
You’re ‘excited’ more than anxious. Take if from a guy who has dealt with anxiety disorders many times in his career… : )
Good to hear the game is ‘over’…or rather just beginning.
To Cheryl:
No one likes you.
May Denver freeze over.
It always takes me a while to get there, girl… : )
Congrats to the Broncos…at least Shannahannnaannnannannnn was smart enough to acknowledge the fact that they got beat in every area during regulation except of course the scoreboard, which is all that counts. Parcels mentioned this and (surprisingly) was not too upset about the loss due to the fact that on 4 days rest we pounded on one of the better teams in every category: passing yards, rushing (except for the last play, of course), TOP, total yards, etc. That is a ‘win’ for Dallas…just to prove they could play against the likes of an 8-2 team.
I said the same thing only ‘in reverse’ last week, and many other weeks — we won, but did not play well enough to win.
In the end, the scoreboard is all that matters, but ‘knowing’ you can do it really helps a team’s moral versus getting blown out, which is what a lot of (foolish) football fans were thinking would happen yesterday.
I picked Dallas by 3.
Funny thing, we have the ideal chance to do this: 3 and 1 and our buddhadamn mutha$&%*)#$ offensive coordinator call…A HITCH ROUTE?? A lob to the side that Keyshawn usually plays to…A ROOKIE?? That was really the play that killed Dallas. You don’t go for it on 4th and 1 at mid-field. All we needed was 10 lousy yards and…well…it’s history. : )
On with life!
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 10:19 AM
Elisa said:
Jon, sorry about the Cowboys. I dared NOT cheer for them though as I was surrounded by a house full of Broncos fans. Jeff is from Denver, enough said. Actually he was born in El Paso but doesn’t count that part ;-).
It’s funny you should blog this. Sometimes I feel like I am synched up with what you are saying the week before you write it.
Yesterday, when I was working my arms I didn’t count reps at all. In fact I stopped counting reps for the chest work as well. I went with more of a feeling. I was looking for that muscle burn you get just before you make it halfway through a rep but are unable to continue without losing form, hitting yourself in the face with a 25 pound dumbbell, etc.
The workout was much more rewarding and I can feel it today! I seem to really connect with my body more than when I count and that is really important to me. It’s like I am too much in my head when I am counting. When I transition to feeling what I need to feel for the work I am doing and what I need to accomplish, the workout is more satisfying. So your “play until the end of the game” really struck a cord with me.
Last night, the wind was really gusty around here and tipped a basketball hoop (the portable kind) onto the windshield of my car - shattering it. So, I drove to the gym with a shattered windshield. I ran into a colleague of mine in the parking lot. He looked at the windshield and laughed, “You must be hard core to drive here with that - how can you see?”. It was tough but I was determined to play the game until the end. Besides, the gym is only two miles away from my house and a right hand turn.
Today’s menu - very good MasterMeals today. I ate a duplicate of yesterday’s Thanksgiving meal for lunch without the potatoes and of course the alcohol. Pretty much stuck to the standard stuff apart from that. My workout today was lighter as I am pretty sore from yesterday but I did get a good leg workout in.
Didn’t weigh myself as I didn’t run. All in all, this is the MOST successful Thanksgiving I’ve had food/exercise wise. I am pleased. I like playing the game for “life” and for life.
The CBs need to buck it up and learn a thing or two from these blogs!
Posted on Nov 25, 2005 07:23 PM
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