What Are Your Summer Health Plans?

Nashville Marriott room key a few weeks ago…

Forget about New Year’s Resolutions. Lets talk about Summer.

How healthy would you like to be?

Be the change you wish to see in yourself. And fear nothing more than wasting another seasonal opportunity to dream big, get started, and never stop.

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What’s The Healthiest You’ve Ever Been?

The Fountain of Youth resides in a Beverly Hills, Michigan Westin. Was there recently.

What’s the healthiest you’ve ever been?

What motivated you then?

What made you successful?

I’m almost afraid to ask…

What’s stopping you now?

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That’s The Story & I’m Sticking To It

Charlotte, North Carolina, summer 2006, a Fraternity brother and his Family sure don’t take health for granted. Leukemia stinks.

You’ve reached big goals in your life. Congratulations. Yet mountains remain.

Wouldn’t it be cool (even inspiring) if some of you wanted to share a story or two. Lane 8 is about finding the motivation to never give up on our health.

To always find a way to stay (relatively) healthy. We’ll benefit if we stick together.

Common sense, but not always common.

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In The Blink Of An Eye, jeff noel Misses Being An All American

Looking carefully, you’ll see the heat results at the top and overall results in middle.

The bad news, jeff noel finished 5th in that heat. The good news, surprisingly, after it was all said and done, finished # 10 overall, just missing the finals. Tenth in the Nation, for M45-49. And healthy!

Lowered my season best from 57.19 to 56.35. Anything 56.0 and under is an age-graded equivalent All-American standard.

To blink your eyes closed and open, is about .35 seconds. That half-step backwards stole the AA honor.

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BANG!

It was 8pm, but you get the picture, the stands are filled with experienced Masters athletes, coaches.

BANG! The starter’s pistol fires. Everyone is off to a great start, except Lane 1 (me).

So nervous standing there watching all the others get set in their starting blocks, that my first step was not an explosive jump forward, but a nervous half back-step, as if startled and afraid by what just happened.

Too bad so sad. Go, get moving.

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