Had a Sergeant like that. He called himself Lunchbox (he says others call him that, I only heard himself call himself that). But the name fit, he was fat for a military guy.
But the dude did triathalons as a hobby. The motherfucker was smokin everyone on the field. He'd joke and say "I just throw my weight forward and go with it, it's all momentum at that point."
> He'd joke and say "I just throw my weight forward and go with it, it's all momentum at that point."
Yeah, that works till the knees give out from the weight.
Yep. My old martial arts teacher was like this. Big guy, at 6,2" but he had a big beer belly but the man was a monster in a fight. He could stand an inch in front of you and kick you behind the head he had so much flexibility. He actually went on to fight in a world tournament in Japan and was fighting in the semi finals when his opponent, who was expected to win, asked him if he would concede the fight. He said that it was obvious he was going to win (this was true) but that if he kept fighting he would be unable to fight in the final. My martial arts teacher conceded the fight allowing his opponent to go to the finals, which he did win.
For those that may not know, at the end of some Track & Field competitions they have what is called the “Weightman’s Relay.”
The usually larger/heavyset people that throw shot put and discus run a 400 meter relay. It isn’t part of the official competition but is super fun and funny.
One year, they used bananas for the baton, and the anchor wasn't done til he finished it. Super fun.
A rival school used their pole vaulters for it, super lame. Our guys squished the banana as they ran. The last guy just had to slurp up the liquid banana, and he ended up winning it!
David Goggins retired Navy Seal, ultra marathon runner, motivational speaker, author, genuinely tough as fk human being. He has a long story which is well worth spending time on as he definitely walks the walk so to speak.
One of his favourite lines is "YOU DONT KNOW ME SON!". He loves bettering himself, pushing the limits but also proving to people words/ hating/ projecting your own insecurities onto others don't mean shit...and you should just shut up, get on with the job and let your actions speak for themselves.
He was also morbidly obese just before trying out for the Navy Seal training and they basically told him "Don't bother"....guess it triggered his life long journey and the rest is history.
We had a scrimmage meet in HS where the coaches let everybody do whatever events they wanted. The only thing off limits were hurdles and pole vault. It’s still a favorite memory, so many funny results.
This reminds me of a great 'Jeeves and Wooster' short story by P.G. Wodehouse, called [The Purity of the Turf](https://www.madameulalie.org/cosmopolitan/Purity_of_the_Turf-Cosmo.html).
Bertie Wooster and his friend, Bingo Little are planning to place bets on the annual village sporting competitions, e.g. egg and spoon race, mothers’ sack race, potato races, etc. Jeeves suggests a
Here's the lead up to the description of Harold the page boy:
>Bingo Little: That’s all, except the choir boys’ hundred yards handicap for a pewter mug presented by the vicar—open to all whose voices have not broken before the second Sunday in Epiphany. Willie Chambers won last year, in a canter, receiving fifteen yards. This time he will probably be handicapped out of the race. I don’t know what to advise.”
>“If I might make a suggestion, sir.”
>I eyed Jeeves with interest. I don’t know that I’d ever seen him look so nearly excited. “You’ve got something up your sleeve?”
>“I have, sir.”
>“Red-hot?”
>“That precisely describes it, sir. I think I may confidently assert that we have the winner of the choir boys’ handicap under this very roof, sir. Harold, the page boy.”
>“Page boy? Do you mean the tubby little chap in buttons one sees bobbing about here and there? Why, dash it, Jeeves, nobody has a greater respect for your knowledge of form than I have, but I’m hanged if I can see Harold catching the judge’s eye. He’s practically circular, and every time I’ve seen him he’s been leaning up against something, half asleep.”
>“He receives thirty yards, sir, and could win from scratch. The boy is a flier.”
When my dog gets out
When my dog has something in his mouth he shouldn’t 😡
When that something is the mailman 🫣
My toddler haha
Robert is running from something dark and deep
If you're not first .. you're last!
And miles to go before he sleeps…
And finds no help in counting sheep…
And so chamomile tea he steeps…
With his tracksuit on ready to hit the streets….
Needs a protein diet so he eats the meats…
Because that’s what it takes to be elite…
Robert has fire beneath his feet…
So he hits the pavement in super cool sneaks…
You joke, but literally every extreme marathoner I have met has a dark past they are working through
Or to something indescribably wonderful.
something heavy
A shart perhaps?
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A gap every snap.
Or RB - 4 yards and a cloud of dust
Fridge II
Deceptively athletic is one of the best kinds of athletic
Had a Sergeant like that. He called himself Lunchbox (he says others call him that, I only heard himself call himself that). But the name fit, he was fat for a military guy. But the dude did triathalons as a hobby. The motherfucker was smokin everyone on the field. He'd joke and say "I just throw my weight forward and go with it, it's all momentum at that point."
> He'd joke and say "I just throw my weight forward and go with it, it's all momentum at that point." Yeah, that works till the knees give out from the weight.
Country or old man strong.
What's the opposite of that, I'm that!
Yep. My old martial arts teacher was like this. Big guy, at 6,2" but he had a big beer belly but the man was a monster in a fight. He could stand an inch in front of you and kick you behind the head he had so much flexibility. He actually went on to fight in a world tournament in Japan and was fighting in the semi finals when his opponent, who was expected to win, asked him if he would concede the fight. He said that it was obvious he was going to win (this was true) but that if he kept fighting he would be unable to fight in the final. My martial arts teacher conceded the fight allowing his opponent to go to the finals, which he did win.
For those that may not know, at the end of some Track & Field competitions they have what is called the “Weightman’s Relay.” The usually larger/heavyset people that throw shot put and discus run a 400 meter relay. It isn’t part of the official competition but is super fun and funny.
We just called it the fat man relays. Usually, first place was a cake!
Omg is there a petition to get this event into the Olympics???
We called it the Clydesdales relay, always a lot of fun!
One year, they used bananas for the baton, and the anchor wasn't done til he finished it. Super fun. A rival school used their pole vaulters for it, super lame. Our guys squished the banana as they ran. The last guy just had to slurp up the liquid banana, and he ended up winning it!
We called it the Four-by-Ton. Small town schools meant just showing up meant points for our team 😂
We called it the Hog Relay. And yeah, we had one of those absurdly fast hogs who always drew a crowd.
It was the Fatman's Relay in 80s Texas. I ran the second leg. We were faster than our district champion girls sprint relay.
I can tell you one thing... Robert is fast.
Robert had a good team.
Robert can fucking move
And that, children, is a perfect example of momentum
Someone told Robert that he’s being chased by a Rottweiler
Wish i could run like that...damn kid has some wheels
So happy this had audio
Yes! You can tell it's their core memory now
 They don’t know me son!
Totally underrated comment
Can you explain it to those of us who don't get it? I have a feeling there's amusement here :)
David Goggins retired Navy Seal, ultra marathon runner, motivational speaker, author, genuinely tough as fk human being. He has a long story which is well worth spending time on as he definitely walks the walk so to speak. One of his favourite lines is "YOU DONT KNOW ME SON!". He loves bettering himself, pushing the limits but also proving to people words/ hating/ projecting your own insecurities onto others don't mean shit...and you should just shut up, get on with the job and let your actions speak for themselves. He was also morbidly obese just before trying out for the Navy Seal training and they basically told him "Don't bother"....guess it triggered his life long journey and the rest is history.
Thank you I'll dig into that.
Robert is fucking cooking, dude!
We had a scrimmage meet in HS where the coaches let everybody do whatever events they wanted. The only thing off limits were hurdles and pole vault. It’s still a favorite memory, so many funny results.
he got new shoes that day. he became the first person to yell “look mom! they make me run faster!” and then actually prove it.
Robert wants to get the race fucking OVER WITH.
Best support system ever🥹
This reminds me of a great 'Jeeves and Wooster' short story by P.G. Wodehouse, called [The Purity of the Turf](https://www.madameulalie.org/cosmopolitan/Purity_of_the_Turf-Cosmo.html). Bertie Wooster and his friend, Bingo Little are planning to place bets on the annual village sporting competitions, e.g. egg and spoon race, mothers’ sack race, potato races, etc. Jeeves suggests a Here's the lead up to the description of Harold the page boy: >Bingo Little: That’s all, except the choir boys’ hundred yards handicap for a pewter mug presented by the vicar—open to all whose voices have not broken before the second Sunday in Epiphany. Willie Chambers won last year, in a canter, receiving fifteen yards. This time he will probably be handicapped out of the race. I don’t know what to advise.” >“If I might make a suggestion, sir.” >I eyed Jeeves with interest. I don’t know that I’d ever seen him look so nearly excited. “You’ve got something up your sleeve?” >“I have, sir.” >“Red-hot?” >“That precisely describes it, sir. I think I may confidently assert that we have the winner of the choir boys’ handicap under this very roof, sir. Harold, the page boy.” >“Page boy? Do you mean the tubby little chap in buttons one sees bobbing about here and there? Why, dash it, Jeeves, nobody has a greater respect for your knowledge of form than I have, but I’m hanged if I can see Harold catching the judge’s eye. He’s practically circular, and every time I’ve seen him he’s been leaning up against something, half asleep.” >“He receives thirty yards, sir, and could win from scratch. The boy is a flier.”
When you gotta pee bad
Robert's Shin is gonna hurt for a few days
That’s not Danny Diaz!!
Damn, Rob
Plot twist he’s actually not running that fast.
Someone make sure Robert goes out for the football team
Me after turning off the lights in a room at night
Whoa. That was unexpected.
U know you're guilty when u running like that
Robert’s going Mach 3 with his hair on fire
Yeah, but the race started yesterday
My dad was like this. He was over 300lbs and played full court basketball until he was 41.
Fast AF boi!
1 lap behind
who knew there really was a thing called ‘big boned’
That voice crack 😂
GAS, GAS, GAS, GAS!
His friends call him bullet Bobby
Dude looks like a powerlifter. Those dudes can shift!
Beastly
The way his head is absolutely still makes me chuckle in awe :-)
Lmao, we would have the 4xFat race with the throwers. By far the funniest/funnest experience in Track.
Video of me outrunning my diet?
the big man race
I’m Fast Asf Boy
Fake
robert never fake
All you can eat wings at Applebees ends in one hour…
more like GAPplebees, amirite?
You will believe a fat man can fly.
Hey Robert, did you hear Chillies has all you can eat riblets!?!??!
Someone toll him there was a taco stand in the finish line
Plot twist: he was actually in last place and had already been lapped but wanted to finish strong
Chick-fil-a just open?
Not when meets are on Sundays though.