I remember two graduations in my life – the one when I graduated from sixth grade into junior high, and tonight when I graduated from “Bootcamp in June,” – without passing out.
Above, left, Coach Tompkins, the meanest, yet sweetest man who ever lived, is trying to whip Marie and me into shape. The others are our accidental friends: Indie, Stan Acy, Steven Dewberry, Prewitt (our other coach who played football at MSU and Jackson State and will be competing in August for Iron Man of the World or something), Cary Hardin and Robin Fant.
I’m taking the picture from a prone position on the ground – because I just needed a rest.
Marie dragged me into one of the greatest experiences a couch potato could ever have. It involved sweat and pain, but it moved me “TO THE NEXT LEVEL.” After each segment we all joined hands and shouted “TO THE NEXT LEVEL.”
I had no idea what that meant, but I found out, as each routine was a heap bit harder than the last. It was the most grueling exercise I’ve ever experienced, but it was also the most invigorating. I began to see possibilities for a healthier life ahead.
Marie has some crazy idea about Zumba dancing next. I don’t think so, but I’ve told her that before, only to be dragged along in her wake.