Preparing for a Round of Golf

Stretches in the west endzone, plus a 400meter mosey.

PAX did a series of exercised at each corner of the track, taking their coupon with them the entire way.
5 manmakers
10 Burpees
15 Prison Get Ups
20 Merkins
25 Coupon Swings
30 OH Press
35 Dips
40 Curls
45 Chest Press
50 Squats
55 Narrow Squats
60 Lunges
65 Wide Squats
70 Bonnie Blairs
75 Calf Raises
80 Cherry Pickers

85 LBCs

I received a call on Wednesday, alerting me to the fact that a good friend and business partner of mine had lost his son that morning.  Clayson Anderson was 21 years old, home for the summer from Mississippi State (the family lives in SE Missouri), and about the nicest young man you could ever hope to raise.  He was in the process of fixing the flag on the flagpole in front of the family ranch, and came in contact with an electrical wire.  I was electrocuted, fell, and did not recover.  I waited a day to text my friend Mark, Clayson’s father, and like anyone else, struggled for the appropriate words.  Our exchange was as follows

Me:  Mark, there simply are no words, my friend.  Just know that my heart breaks, and my prayers pour out for you and Stephanie.  May God somehow find a way to comfort your souls during this time.

Mark:  Thank you Sug (My nickname in the industry), we are broken.”We are broken”.  that line almost make me wish he had ghosted me, yet even it probably falls short of just how much he must be enduring.  I simply lack the power to comprehend.  My ask is that everyone squeeze your kids a little tighter, shake your client’s hands a little firmer, give your buddies an extra squeeze when you hug them goodbye.  It’s so cliché, but we simply never know when the last time we see someone will be the last time we see that person.  Please keep the Anderson family in your prayers, as well as little Nash, who appears to be showing some positive signs.  God Bless.

Not only is it an honor to lead this group, but it’s an honor to call each of you my friend.  We give each other the most wonderful amount of shit. and I always chuckle about it later.  You never know when you’re going to need to reach back in your mental file, and pull out some of that laughter to help you navigate a situation.  Thank you all for accepting me, and being exactly who you are.