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The Five Biggest Contradictions in Fitness

Itís no secret that when people contradict themselves, it has the effect of making the flaws in their actions or statements seem glaringly obvious. But what about when WE ourselves get caught contradicting ourselves by someone else?

By: Nick Tumminello Added: January 6th, 2014
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    An Elite Athlete

    An Elite Athlete. By Tom Demerly.

    It is dark and Mike Smith's clothing is wet.

    Mike Smith is an athlete, an elite athlete in fact. He is a triathlete, has
    done Ironman several times, a couple adventure races and even run the
    Marathon Des Sables in Morocco- a 152 mile running race through the Sahara
    done in stages.

    Mike has some college, is gifted in foreign languages, reads a lot and has
    an amazing memory for details. He enjoys travel. He is a quiet guy but a
    very good athlete. Mike's friends say he has a natural toughness. He can't
    spend as much time training for triathlons as he'd like to because his job
    keeps him busy. Especially now. This is Mike's busy season. But he still
    seems very fit. Even without much training Mike has managed some impressive performances in endurance events.

    It's a big night for Mike. He's at work tonight. As I mentioned his clothing
    is wet, partially from dew, partially from perspiration. He and his four
    coworkers, Dan, Larry, Pete and Maurice are working on a rooftop at the
    corner of Jamia St. and Khulafa St. across from Omar Bin Yasir.

    Mike is looking through the viewfinder of a British made Pilkington LF25
    laser designator. The crosshairs are centered on a ventilation shaft. The
    shaft is on the roof of The Republican Guard Palace in downtown Baghdad
    across the Tigris River.

    Saddam Hussein is inside, seven floors below, three floors below ground
    level, attending a crisis meeting.

    Mike's coworker Pete (also an Ironman finisher, Lake Placid, 2000) keys
    some information into a small laptop computer and hits "burst transmit."
    The DMDG (Digital Message Device Group) uplinks data to another of Mike's
    coworkers (this time a man he's never met, but they both work for their
    Uncle, "Sam") and a fellow athlete, at 21'500 feet above Iraq 15 miles from
    downtown Baghdad. This man's office is the cockpit of an F-117 stealth
    fighter. When Mike and Pete's signal is received the man in the airplane
    leaves his orbit outside Baghdad, turns left, and heads downtown.

    Mike has 40 seconds to complete his work for tonight, and then he can go for
    a run.

    Mike squeezes the trigger of his LF25 and a dot appears on the ventilator
    shaft five city blocks and across the river away from him and his
    coworkers. Mike speaks softly into his microphone; "Target illuminated.
    Danger close. Danger Close. Danger close. Over."

    Seconds later two GBU-24B two thousand pound laser guided, hardened case,
    delayed fuse "bunker buster" bombs fall free from the F-117. The bombs enter
    "the funnel" and begin finding their way to the tiny dot projected by Mike's
    LF25. They glide approximately three miles across the ground and fall four
    miles on the way to the spot marked by Mike and his friends.

    When they reach the ventilator shaft marked by Mike and his friends the two
    bunker busters enter the roof in a puff of dust and debris. They plow
    through the first four floors of the building like a two-ton steel telephone
    pole traveling over 400 m.p.h., tossing desks, ceiling tiles, computers and
    chairs out the shattering windows. Then they hit the six-foot thick
    reinforced concrete roof of the bunker. They burrow four more feet and
    detonate.

    The shock wave is transparent but reverberates through the ground to the
    river where a Doppler wave appears on the surface of the Tigris. When the
    seismic shock reaches the building Mike is on he levitates an inch off the
    roof from the concussion.

    Then the sound hits. The two explosions are like a simultaneous crack of
    thunder as the building's walls seem to swell momentarily, then burst apart
    on an expanding fireball that slowly, eerily, boils above Baghdad casting
    rotating shadows as the fire climbs into the night. Debris begins to rain;
    structural steel, chunks of concrete, shards of glass, flaming fabrics and
    papers.

    On the tail of the two laser guided bombs a procession of BGM-109G/TLAM
    Block IV Enhanced Tomahawks begin their terminal plunge. The laser-guided
    bombs performed the incision, the GPS and computer guided TLAM Tomahawks complete the operation. In rapid-fire succession the missiles find their mark and riddle the Palace with massive explosions, finishing the job. The
    earth heaves in a final death convulsion.

    Mike's job is done for tonight. Now all he has to do is get home.

    Mike and his friends drive an old Mercedes through the streets of Baghdad as
    the sirens start. They take Jamia to Al Kut, cross Al Kut and go right
    (South) on the Expressway out of town. An unsuspecting remote CNN camera
    mounted on the balcony of the Al Rashid Hotel picks up their vehicle headed
    out of town. Viewers at home wonder what a car is doing on the street during
    the beginning of a war. They don't know it is packed with five members of
    the U.S. Army's SFOD-D, Special Forces Operational Detachment - Delta.

    Six miles out of town they park their Mercedes on the shoulder, pull their
    gear out of the trunk and begin to run into the desert night. The moon is
    nearly full. Instinctively they fan out, on line, in a "lazy 'W' ." They run
    five miles at a brisk pace, good training for this evening, especially with
    27 lb. packs on their back. Behind them there is fire on the horizon. Mike
    and his fellow athletes have a meeting to catch, and they can't be late.

    Twenty-seven miles out a huge gray 92 foot long insect hurtles 40 feet above
    the desert at 140 mph The MH-53J Pave Low III is piloted by another athlete,
    also a triathlete, named Jim, from Fort Campbell, Kentucky. He is flying to
    meet Mike.

    After running five miles into the desert Mike uses his GPS to confirm his
    position. He is in the right place at the right time. He removes an
    infrared strobe light from his pack and pushes the red button on the bottom
    of it. It blinks invisibly in the dark. He and his friends form a wide 360
    degree circle while waiting for their ride home.

    Two miles out Jim in the Pave Low sees Mike's strobe through his night
    vision goggles. He gently moves the control stick and pulls back on the
    collective to line up on Mike's infrared strobe. Mike's ride home is here.

    The big Pave Low helicopter flares for landing over the desert and quickly
    touches down in a swirling tempest of dust. Mike and his friends run up the
    ramp after their identity is confirmed. Mike counts them up the ramp of the
    helicopter over the scream of the engines. When he shows the crew chief five
    fingers the helicopter lifts off and the ramp comes up. The dark gray Pave
    Low spins in its own length and picks up speed going back the way it came,
    changing course slightly to avoid detection.

    The men and women in our armed forces, especially Special Operations, are
    often well trained, gifted athletes. All of them, including Mike, would
    rather be sleeping the night away in anticipation of a long training ride
    rather than laying on a damp roof in an unfriendly neighborhood guiding
    bombs to their mark or doing other things we'll never hear about.
    Regardless of your opinions about the war, the sacrifices these people are
    making and the risks they are taking are extraordinary. They believe they
    are making them on our behalf. Their skills, daring and accomplishments
    almost always go unspoken. They are truly Elite Athletes.

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    Yeah Splinter Cell sure was a cool game!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Keith Wassung
    Saddam Hussein is inside, seven floors below, three floors below ground level, attending a crisis meeting.
    So much for the good intel on that one, eh?

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    LOL schaedle...still a good read

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