Aquajock
Cathlete
I took a Turkey Day Trip down to Tallahassee, FL last week for a mini family reunion, and I thought I'd share my trip BACK last night, which could have been The Nightmare Before Christmas but for Cathe:
Got to Tallahassee Regional Airport at about 7:09 p.m., thinking I'm all hotsie-totsie with my printed boarding pass, my carry-on gym bag and my small but loaded Pierre Cardin suitcase which was quite the thing Back In The Day and which had no rollers. Got into a line of other passengers waiting to check in for - of course - the exact same flight that I was on, set - of course - to take off at 8:05 p.m., and precisely one luggage checker. Waited in line, and waited, and waited, and by the time my number came up it was 7:55 p.m. Luggage Checker told me that because of flight delays I shouldn't check my Pierre Cardin on as regular luggage because they wouldn't be able to get it on my connecting flight; he told me to take it to the gate and check it there, and do a grab-and-go for my connecting flight.
Okay. I literally ran to my gate with easily 60 - 70 pounds worth of detritus hanging off various body parts. Got on my plane, and sure 'nuff we were late getting into Charlotte, NC Airport. Got off the plane at 9:50, and my flight takes off at 10:09. (Sharp.)
Grabbed my Pierre Cardin, and got back into interval sprint mode; because in Charlotte D is close to E only in the alphabet, I had to sprint-walk for at least 10 minutes, again with my detritus hanging off me, grabbing every conveyor-belt for walkers I could, knocking over old ladies and little kids like candlepins. I would argue that in getting from Concourse E to Concourse D I crossed the entire city of Charlotte at its longest length. Made it to my gate which was already starting to board everyone, hauled Pierre and Gymmy The Gym Bag etc. onto the plane, hiked all this sh*t into the overhead compartment, and sat down, stunned that I'd made it.
Cathe, if I weren't in such good shape in great part due to your workouts, I'd be in Charlotte still. Hell, I might still be in Tallahassee. I could never, ever have gotten so far so fast if I hadn't had your ongoing baptisms of fire that make me stronger, faster, and able to sprint long distances in a single airport when the need arises.
This is what functional fitness is all about for me. I thank you, and applaud you, for remaining true to your original business model of tailoring your workouts to advanced exercisers and those who wish to become so. I get so tired of hearing the 40-Something crowd in my daily life talk about what they can't do because they're Of A Certain Age. It's almost as if, by your highly intense workouts that you yourself are doing on camera for us, you give us permission to be even better than we thought we could be.
So . . .
Thanks for your interval workouts. (My heart and lungs asked me to write that one.)
Thanks for the fast-foot drills including the 6th drill in Drill Max, the football runs and drop-push-ups, and the running suicides in 4DS-BC.
Thanks for your emphasis on plyometric work for the lower body, which I firmly believe has added about 20 years of ambulation onto my later life, not to mention superior power production in the here and now.
Thanks for making the production values so good, and your on-camera personae so friendly yet so insistent on keeping the "work" in workouts.
Thanks for making this 47-year-old continually know that her strongest days are still ahead of her.
And thanks for this forum.
Love,
A-Jock
Got to Tallahassee Regional Airport at about 7:09 p.m., thinking I'm all hotsie-totsie with my printed boarding pass, my carry-on gym bag and my small but loaded Pierre Cardin suitcase which was quite the thing Back In The Day and which had no rollers. Got into a line of other passengers waiting to check in for - of course - the exact same flight that I was on, set - of course - to take off at 8:05 p.m., and precisely one luggage checker. Waited in line, and waited, and waited, and by the time my number came up it was 7:55 p.m. Luggage Checker told me that because of flight delays I shouldn't check my Pierre Cardin on as regular luggage because they wouldn't be able to get it on my connecting flight; he told me to take it to the gate and check it there, and do a grab-and-go for my connecting flight.
Okay. I literally ran to my gate with easily 60 - 70 pounds worth of detritus hanging off various body parts. Got on my plane, and sure 'nuff we were late getting into Charlotte, NC Airport. Got off the plane at 9:50, and my flight takes off at 10:09. (Sharp.)
Grabbed my Pierre Cardin, and got back into interval sprint mode; because in Charlotte D is close to E only in the alphabet, I had to sprint-walk for at least 10 minutes, again with my detritus hanging off me, grabbing every conveyor-belt for walkers I could, knocking over old ladies and little kids like candlepins. I would argue that in getting from Concourse E to Concourse D I crossed the entire city of Charlotte at its longest length. Made it to my gate which was already starting to board everyone, hauled Pierre and Gymmy The Gym Bag etc. onto the plane, hiked all this sh*t into the overhead compartment, and sat down, stunned that I'd made it.
Cathe, if I weren't in such good shape in great part due to your workouts, I'd be in Charlotte still. Hell, I might still be in Tallahassee. I could never, ever have gotten so far so fast if I hadn't had your ongoing baptisms of fire that make me stronger, faster, and able to sprint long distances in a single airport when the need arises.
This is what functional fitness is all about for me. I thank you, and applaud you, for remaining true to your original business model of tailoring your workouts to advanced exercisers and those who wish to become so. I get so tired of hearing the 40-Something crowd in my daily life talk about what they can't do because they're Of A Certain Age. It's almost as if, by your highly intense workouts that you yourself are doing on camera for us, you give us permission to be even better than we thought we could be.
So . . .
Thanks for your interval workouts. (My heart and lungs asked me to write that one.)
Thanks for the fast-foot drills including the 6th drill in Drill Max, the football runs and drop-push-ups, and the running suicides in 4DS-BC.
Thanks for your emphasis on plyometric work for the lower body, which I firmly believe has added about 20 years of ambulation onto my later life, not to mention superior power production in the here and now.
Thanks for making the production values so good, and your on-camera personae so friendly yet so insistent on keeping the "work" in workouts.
Thanks for making this 47-year-old continually know that her strongest days are still ahead of her.
And thanks for this forum.
Love,
A-Jock
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