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Today I’ll give you a break from my opinions political and economic, and just allow you some insight into where my head is from a personal and fitness level.

(proper) Futbol is done for the Fall season (http://shockers.wordpress.com/). And, as I navigate a recent betrayal from an erstwhile friend (who was an important part of all that) and reorganize my thinking around my passion for “the beautiful game”, I’ll have some fun writing, the holidays, and focusing on my youngest daughter with some road trips (pretty dresses, carriages, Broadway and FAO Schwartz, here we come!).

Meanwhile, at the tender age of fifty (just stop, if only for a moment, and ponder that entendre), I like it when people tell me I look great, and ask how I stay so fit.

I still have my “wheels”, I can do more push ups and pull ups than most human beings, and I manage quite well on an unusually low number of sleep hours.

There was quite a media furor when the news got out that I had issues with my achilles tendons. But, that’s passed and I’m feeling more like myself, now.

Lacrosse beckons – and, with it a keen desire to get out there and put some recent college graduates and defenders on their collective backsides.

What you don’t know is that I am too old for a sports injury to be a status symbol or anything other than a dent in the armor that is failing. But, the key to my long-term fitness strategy is to maintain a rigorous, albeit smart fitness routine with a balanced nutritional plan. I’ve recently stopped thinking about trying out for the Falcons as a walk-on Quarterback (and, I’ll not likely pursue medical school with an eye towards being a surgeon). But, I will follow through with ending up at a university teaching future entrepreneurs, compete again in a Ironman Triathlon, and look to scale a few hazardous mountain peaks.

It’s my life. And, I’ll live it.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

Many of us run, and daily, to or from, something.

Some of you, from everything.

Others just run.

I’m reasonably fit. And, it’s likely I can outrun, and outfit, just about anyone reading this post.

However, I’ll grudgingly admit that even jumping from airplanes into the Jungles of Brazil, just to see if we can fight our way out is mundane compared to this:

I suppose I should add a warning not to try that without the proper training. On the other hand, it’s trying that makes most points. It’s not little league baseball. It’s okay to win. And, you do that by taking calculated risks.

When I was about ten, Curtis Burton the Third and I lifted his Mom’s new silk sheets and formed a parachute (of sorts). It worked good enough. When I came to, it was under the strain of my own Mothers words to the effect: “If you are okay, baby, I’m going to kill you!”

I always think you have to try. So, does this mean we can run from failure? And, do I fear the result of not giving my best?

Recently, one of my Shockers (soccer) squads had a Mom trying to convince them not to play n a pre-season tournament because they might lose, and confidence would be at risk. I was horrified. …possibly offended. Naturally, from my world view, anyway, we marched upon our opponents with vigor. The girls fought their way into the finals. And, so there you have it.

I always try, maybe that’s the point, here.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

So… I grew up in a military family. Ha! It’s painfully and juxtapositionally obvious, but also perplexing to most in my path. My Dad retired from the United States Air Force as a full Colonel. Many of my memories around Dad and his own measure of success – not to mention his influence over me are often detailed in this Blog. By reference, and an apparent favorite: do not miss your Chance to blow it.

However, I cam face-to-face with a relevant application of his example and influence from long ago just yesterday.

Setting the stage…

Early on, living the life of a scion of the Officer’s Club, I was exposed to the cream of the Air Force’s Strategic Air Command, and learned what those gallant men and women meant when they lived and died by the credo: “Peace is our Profession”. without realizing it at the time I came to appreciate experience, expertise and the chain-of-command. I witnessed first-hand, the synergy employed and enjoyed by gray-haird General’s mixing daily with fresh-faced 2nd Lieutenants, all firm in the belief their lives and contributions made a vital difference to one another, and the sanctity of our Constitution.

This means it never occurred to me that age, in-of-itself, was relevant. Only performance; and, all of it driven by courtesy and respect, and the call to action around a shred purpose. None were judged by anything but their ability to command and take commands that resulted, daily, in an efficient process that enabled them all to put their very lives into one another’s hands, without a second thought.

For example, I’ve never looked at an older man and saw weakness or lack of relevance. I saw only the likely potential of wisdom based upon one experience or another.

On the other hand, it’s never occurred to me to look at young people, as relative as that term has to be, and saw a lack of potential or ability.

Mind you… I’ve had my own adventures, hinted to in this Blog as well, but understood by only a few. But, my most recognized contributions have come through my duties as a Dad – and, that of a business man, that others approach for advice, guidance and stewardship.

And, for the first time in my business life, Friday in fact, I came face-to-face with a small team of burgeoning entrepreneurs, still in college, that invaded my offices – with the intention of enforcing accountability.

Background…

I’m in the midst of acquiring another startup that I’m convinced has a product that is a marketing-oriented game-changer. These soon-to-be-graduates are currently customers of the company. They are not pleased with the progress of their unique project. Our people say there is “scope-creep”. The customer says there is poor communication and missed deadlines. I want customer satisfaction and, thusly, affirmation of my investment.

Time will tell all.

But, in any event, at the large table in my board room, I found myself with three hearty and ferocious businessmen that, by age alone, qualified them to be my children. Although their graduation from college is imminent, with less than two months to go, they seemed small to me. And, they were naive, to be sure. But, eager and passionate, more importantly. And, they were irate over what to them was a lack of accountability on the part of the company. That is something that I’m unaccustomed too. My own ventures to date have been the example and hall-marks of accountability and service. So, I started the meeting open-minded. I coach soccer teams that are now at the U14 and U16 age bracket (and, they were all once at the U11 bracket). But, this was different. The first thought was mental arithmetic. I had started my own business at nineteen, also while in college (with the help of my Grandad’s money). I sold that business a week after graduation. So, I could, at many levels, relate to these young men.

But, I was biased. I knew it right away. Not defensive because they were displeased with a company I was involved with. No… I was actually age-biased.

I liked them well enough. I put them into the hands of a Project Manager that I’m mentoring myself, and even bought the entire lot lunch. We committed to deadlines and will work, with intent and a will, to see those critical deadlines met – all based upon collaboration.

But, this is me now. I’ll be fifty in October. I know I’m fitter than most. I’m always being sized-up by representatives of every generation; and, this group was no exception. I could do fifty pull-ups (I have the bar across the doorway of my office) with them hanging onto my back. And, that is how I viewed the entire matter… I’ll sling that crew over my should and see them to success. But, along the way I have to recognize that I’m going to be seeing more people that are younger than me, than older – and, my role in the business community is going to evolve, but possibly in ways I might not have considered before now.

So, every turn creates another opportunity to learn. But, also a challenge to be that example I experienced and have tried to live by daily, sitting at the feet of men that strode like giants around the world and taught me compassion, respect and accountability.

I’ll pause here and admit that I was sorely tested, a few times, to admonish them with a firm: “Stop interrupting each other”, and, “Please stop chewing on my business card”. But, they were, from their own perspective, probably working with an “old dude” with a big reputation for the first time in their emerging professional lives.

My own daughter, Haley Anne’s visage was flashing before my eyes. So to, were the eager faces of the students at Radford University, Georgia State and MIT, where I get to lecture from time-to-time came to mind. I’ll add my plans around “brian’s BEANS” as well. And, so that stage continues to be set, and my experiences are new and levied by other new things – including newer people and opportunities.

And, all these younger people are going to hold me accountable.

I’l have it no other way as they teach me and make me better and fitter to represent and reflect every talent God can squeeze into, and out of, me. This is where the Heterodox finds itself.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

If all of the media was controlled by one group, and they chose to replace all images of skinny or athletic people with images of people who were more chubby, would we start to find fat attractive?

Obviously some people do, already… But I’m talking about the majority, who don’t.

Could majority opinion be swayed by the glamorization of portliness? If Tom Cruise were replaced by John Goodman, and Angelina Jolie by a Hairspray-era Rikki Lake, would we begin to fancy flab?

John Goodman’s a much better actor than Tom Cruise. However, he’d never have fit in the cockpit of that fighter jet in Top Gun, though, so I suppose movie plotlines would have to be adapted to accommodate the new regime.

Just food for thought (sorry).

Peace be to my brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

so…there I was on my life-cycle, in the midst of a second twenty four minute interval, honing my body into an ever stronger and lethal weapon preparing for light, truth, justice, and the american way – not to mention trench warfare commerce, and possibly the summit of a mountain.

through my self-induced haze of fitness euphoria there emerged the image of my stunning youngest daughter, Emma Jo, and her friend for life (for now, anyway) Claire Butler. their blond hair joyfully wild from a sleep-over, they stood before me in our home-gym with a proposition roiling behind their blue, and decidedly, impish eyes.

Emma Jo spoke first, setting the stage with a delighted smile playing across her bright face: “Daddy, we want to clean your den! and, you can pay us!”

their orchestration both carefully considered and finely conceived, Claire added: “we’re doing chores instead of playing”.

…an absolutely brilliant and well-played strategy founded in principled theory. playing-off Daddy’s sense of integrity and work ethic.

the negotiations were nip-an-tuc, to be sure.

two WHOLE dollars EACH for the effort. and, to seal the deal, an extra dollar if they threw in the basement play room (that once served as our home school room). so, three large dollars each.

as they padded out of the gym, their triumph clearly evidenced by their chins held high and delighted squeaks, Emma Jo turned around with: “IloveyouDaddy”, and, “can we make it four dollars?” we’ll let you take us to Brusters for ice cream!”.

they had me pinned down for the count with a devious and well-calculated strategy to warm my heart and empty my wallet.

my Grandad used to introduce me to people with: “This is my Grandson Brian. You could drop him buck-naked into a Nebraska cornfield, and in two weeks, he’d own the farm”.

there you have it. Grandad would be proud.

I am; adding, helplessly enchanted, and in love.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

Brian Cork injures achilles tendon, extreme sporting world draws collective breath

ALPHARETTA, GA (AP) – Nike Sports confirmed today that extreme athlete Brian Cork has injured his left achilles tendon and will undergo tests that include an MRI at Emory Medical Center. Cork is a well known race car driver and tanning enthusiast – as well as extreme athlete, entrepreneur, adventurer, and devil-may-care expert on self indulgence.

Nike said on Tuesday that Cork, 48, will remain on the Nike extreme team rosters through 2012 while he trains and prepares for the Olympics and writes his highly anticipated book entitled: “I Can Kick Your Ass”.

Cork is expected to compete for Nike HTC in the Vancouver Raid later this month, and also appear in HBO’s upcoming premiere of the reality series Extreme Me in February 2010.

Cork has been field testing Nikes new extreme road technology response footwear for the past five months. Up until this recent injury Cork appeared to be on the road to accomplishing his stated objective of being the “biggest smarty-pants this side of anywhere” as one of Nike’s best examples and flag-ship, albeit self-absorbed, athletes.

The 48-year-old has been voted the most thought-provoking athlete-intellectualista of his generation by Time Magazine the last three years.


08/04/09 09:21 © Copyright The Associated Press. All rights reserved. The information contained In this news report may not be published, broadcast or otherwise distributed without the prior written authority of The Associated Press.

The M6 is gone.

It happened very fast.

That is likely a belessing in it’s own disguise. Although I would never have suspected that story would end in such a manner.

But, I walk away, nonetheless, and certainly none the worse.

But the week behind me now ended well, and heralds great promise for the next that lay ahead.

I had two awesome rides Saturday and Sunday. My body is fit and tuned, and ready.

I have hence decided that the adrenaline I feel or felt – but, not the loss, around the M6, has served to set, yet, another stage.

Perhaps God is telling me I don’t need a machine (well… That machine any way). I am one, in my own right.

I feel alive. My legs, actually pistons, as evidence. My whole body carved out of steel. My mind ever as sharp as any razor all good men (John Steinbeck is on my current reading list. Consider his The Moon Is Down) can appreciate.

Look, carefully, for me in your rear view mirror. I won’t last there long.

I will likely post about that in the next day or so.

Be ready.

Incidentally, and possibly historically, our expectations around my weekends post: obama and gates Write the Book on racial profiling in america meet, and could likely exceed, all expectations.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

what’s all this about?

I can’t explain what that damn tree means - or, if it might stand for something.

However, here I do discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman.

brian cork by John Campbell

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