I don’t know how, but we did.
This morning’s “Media Fitness Challenge” was just that… a challenge.
I worked until about 3am… crawled out of bed and made it downtown by 8ish.. weighed in.. then started the competition.
I was up against Fred Childers (KSLA-TV ) and Roy Lang (Shreveport Times). We had to first do as many sit-ups as we could in one minute… as many push-ups as we could in a minute… bench press our body weight as many times as we could in a minute… do a timed tire flip which consisted of picking up and flipping a tractor tire end over end for about fifty feet… and finally a half-mile run.
Sherri Talley has the results on her blog site.
I’m proud of all of us!
Each of us walked away with a trophy, but most importantly… we walked away feeling great about ourselves.
I swear I think of the strangest things when I run.
Now that the weather has decided to stay somewhat steady… I’ve been running outside every morning.
I am a creature of habit. I run at the exact same time in the exact same place, but I’m apparently the ONLY one who does this. I never see the same people twice.
Today… I saw a woman who obviously broke more of a sweat picking out her running outfit than she did actually running. I lapped her twice.
Yesterday… I saw a guy who I think had one more tattoo than I did. I thought I held the record.
Saturday… I saw two people walking four dogs. I know for a fact they had four dogs because I had plenty of time to count seeing as how they refused to get out of my way.
Which brings me to my question. I know I don’t own the sidewalks, but shouldn’t I get a small piece of one every now and then?
I’m tired of being the person who always has to run AROUND everyone else.
Tomorrow… I think I’ll mow the park where I run, but I’m not talking about the grass.
Heads up all you rude walkers and runners. If you don’t move out of my way.. I’m going to mow you down like a stink weed.
Plain and simple. I’m worn out.
I’ve got to participate in the “Media Fitness Challenge” tomorrow and I’m not ready for it.
It’s been an extremely busy two weeks with the senseless killing of the Texas state trooper then the senseless triple murders in Bossier City.
My sleep’s been abnormal and my workouts seem unproductive. It’s like I’m just going through the motions and that’s all.
I want to do well in the challenge, but my partner Sherri Talley is going to have to pull some of my weight. I don’t want to let her, the station and Superman down.
Keep your fingers crossed we do well.
The family of triple murder suspect Robert McCoy, Jr. is begging him to turn himself in.
When interviewing McCoy’s father and two sisters, I could honestly feel their pain and confusion.
Before making their plea, they grabbed hands and prayed. This is a God-fearing family. McCoy’s mother is so worried, she’s fallen sick and is suffering from fainting spells. The family hopes their plea will convince McCoy to do the right thing.
I don’t know about you, but if I saw my family crying on the news… I’d be at the police station in no time.
It’s easy to blame the family for someone’s alleged crimes, but I think when a person reaches a certain age… the family is no longer to blame. If I commit a crime, the last people I’d want being criticized are my parents, brothers and sisters.
There comes a point when we have to take responsibility for our own actions.
All this Shreveport police officer wanted was a day off!!!
Instead, he found himself arresting a suspected thief. *Read more on the suspect in the post below*
Officer Greg Walker said he had just stepped onto his balcony to enjoy a cup of coffee when he heard someone yelling for help. He looked up and saw the manager of a Pizza Hut chasing someone through his apartment complex.
Walker immediately jumped into action and grabbed the suspect before he could climb over a fence.
Walker is this week’s “First Responder Of The Week.”
Cops are a lot like reporters. Always working.
Way to go Walker!
Talk about stupid.
Less than 24-hours after his mug was on the news for purse snatching, police say this guy walked into a Pizza Hut, snatched some cash and ran.
The store manager helped police nab the suspected thief by chasing him into a nearby apartment complex.
The guy reportedly told officers he saw himself on the news the night before and was tired of being on camera.
Here’s some advice: QUIT COMMITTING CRIMES AND YOU WON’T BE ON CAMERA!!!
If convicted, this guy could trade his 15-minutes of fame for 15-years behind bars.
Do they serve pizza in prison?
Those of you who know me, know this is one of my biggest pet peeves.
I don’t understand why the most fragile items in a vending machine are always on the top.
That means they have the farthest (or furthest.. I never know which is correct) to fall.
Take chips for instance. Once the bag goes through the spriral thing then drops to the bottom of the machine, most of them are broken. And we all know there aren’t that many chips in the bag to begin with.
Why don’t they put things like candy bars, cinamon rolls or gum on the top? Those things never break.
This makes no sense to me.
These Desoto Parish residents are behind bars charged with drug possession with intent to distribute. They’re also charged with possession of drugs in the presence of a juvenile (three juveniles to be exact).
Detectives say one of the suspects has an extensive criminal history with TEN prior arrests and FOURTEEN prison stays dating back to 1973 involving illegal drug sales.
FOURTEEN PRISON STAYS!!!!
Good Grief! Just one prison stay would be more than enough for me.
Why don’t people use their cell phones to TALK anymore?
Don’t get me wrong… I text all the time, but sometimes I’d just like it if someone would actually pick up the phone and call me!!!
I can’t type as quickly as some of these people and it takes me ffffoooorrrreeeevvvvveeerrrr just to get one little sentence out.
Some of my friends won’t pick up their phones for a call no matter what, but you send them a text message and they jump right on it to reply.
I just don’t get it.
One little letter falls off a sign and suddenly this business goes from “doing” taxes… to “owing” taxes.
I love weird things like this.
Ever see the meaning of a message completely change with just one missing letter?