Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.
When I saw the advertisements role out for CBS’s SEAL Team a few months ago, I could almost hear the collective muttering of expletives under the breath of the entire veteran community. In recent years, much to the chagrin of the military community, both Hollywood and the publishing industry have embraced the stories of the elite sailors who served in the Navy’s SEAL teams, and inundated the public with tales of their exploits. Since 9/11, there have been at least 12 major motion pictures that featured Navy SEALs, not including History Channel's latest episodic SEAL Team Six drama, Six. It has left many of the nation’s veterans wondering if Hollywood, or the nation for that matter, cares about any military history other than that of the SEALs.
My quads were burning and my breathing was steady but labored as I ascended yet another hill on the rural gravel road I was running on. A little over halfway to my destination, I couldn’t help but think about how the hills didn’t look too bad when I drove this same route a day earlier. A mile isn’t usually a big deal for anyone in even remotely decent shape, but I wasn’t doing an average run through the park either. For the first time since I was in the military, I was competing against myself with a stress shoot.
At 6 feet, 5 inches tall, I have run into my fair share of height-related inconveniences. For example, the ever-shrinking distance between rows on an airplane has made even short flights a grueling experience. I also have roughly the same odds of finding clothes that fit me as the Cleveland Browns have of winning a football game. And ceiling fans are a serious hazard to my health. But none of these frustrations compare to that which I, or any tall guy or gal, experience at the gym.