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Mary Had a Little Lamb — Sgt. Tony Ludlow, blog post for 11/25/2015

Nov. 25th 2015

Do you suppose the Pilgrims had a Thanksgiving Day feast in 1621 like the one’s portrayed in those Norman Rockwell paintings? The Pilgrims in their buckled hats and the Wampanoag Indians in their formal loin cloths?

I like to imagine so, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t happen like that at all.

Have we been celebrating Thanksgiving since the earliest days of Colonial America? Did our Founding Fathers enjoy a day of feasting, floats, and football followed by a turkey induced stupor, while the lady-folk piled into wagons to go into town and shop for Christmas presents of new drab clothes and candles?

I reckon not.

Though our country had loosely celebrated a day of thanksgiving since the Revolutionary War and George Washington’s victory at Saratoga. We can actually thank Sarah Hale, the author of the nursery rhyme, “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” for our national holiday. It’s true! She wrote President Abraham Lincoln a letter and asked him to establish a day of national thanksgiving. Lincoln, possibly seeing the misery and despair brought upon the country by a bloody and divisive civil war, established our national day of Thanksgiving beginning in November 1863.

I think Lincoln hoped that a day of national remembrance of all that we shared collectively as a nation, both North and South, would touch the hearts of Southerners who still felt some sense of American identity that would help to ameliorate the strife and bring a quicker end to the war.

I was asked once why the Detroit Lions, traditionally one of the less spectacular teams in the NFL, gets to have a national audience on Thanksgiving Day? The answer? It was the Lions who came up with the idea! In 1934 the Chicago Bears, at the invitation of the Detroit Lions, traveled to Detroit and played the first Thanksgiving Day professional football game. It was the first time that a professional football game was broadcast with a national radio audience. And thus began the tradition of listening to, and then watching, the Detroit Lions play on Thanksgiving Day.

However you choose to celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you’ll be filled with a sense of gratitude and appreciation for what you have and what this year has brought to you. Is there anything so winsome as heartfelt gratitude and humility? Good parents always insist that their children say “please” and “thank you.” Parents recognize that instilling a sense of gratitude in their children is as important as any life skill they can pass on to them.

Each of us owes our station in life to the help and assistance of others. It’s the “turtle sitting on the fence-post” parable. The turtle didn’t get on top of the fence-post by itself. Today I want to express my own gratitude to you who do more than just read these emails. To you who show up on the Quarterdeck, and particularly for you who have been showing up for years, you enrich my life with your friendship and continued participation in the program and I am so very grateful! Thank you so very much! And equally important, I am thankful that the regular payment of your fees keeps me from living under a bridge. You guys really are the hands who put this turtle on the fence-post! (Now, would you mind helping me off? I have places to go!!)

Today, and everyday, thank you very much for being a part of my life. You guys are like family to me. In fact, I see most of you way more often than I see my own blood relatives. (And that is a source of great thanksgiving for my blood relatives!)

Happy ThanksLiving, Everyone!

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Thanksgiving Holiday Schedule: No workout tonight, Wednesday, November 25th. We will stand-down until Monday morning! Happy Thanksgiving All!



I had a conversation or twelve with friends about “toxic people,” spurred by a recent article I wrote where I gave the following advice: “As soon as you start backtracking and allowing toxic people back into your life, you’ve chosen the wrong response.” And after consulting Ron White’s stand up routine where he asserts that you “can’t fix stupid,” I give you, as a PSA, the following other things you can’t fix:

You can’t fix psycho.
You can’t fix inconsiderate.
You can’t fix unkind.
You can’t fix angry.
You can’t fix insecure.
You can’t fix crazy.
You can’t fix over-reactionary.
You can’t fix emotionally stunted.
You can’t fix sleazy.
You can’t fix dishonest.
You can’t fix narcissistic.
You can’t fix clueless.
Since you can’t fix those things, it’s foolhardy to stay coupled with something – someone — you can’t fix.

It’s also foolhardy to ruin a family holiday with arguments and debates about things that are divisive and inflammatory. The odds of you changing someone’s mind in the heat of an argument are none and none. Be a peacemaker and a peacekeeper!


by Gunnery Sergeant Ashley Holloway, Registered Dietitian, LDN

(A Registered Dietitian has a BS in Food Science, followed by a one year internship through an accredited university, and then with the recommendation of the internship program’s supervisor, a national examination is required. After that, an RD must have continuing education units annually in order to remain active and registered. An RD is an expert, not a hobbyist or a “food enthusiast.”

Today’s nutrition talk about Thanksgiving can be summarized in this:

Eat, drink, and be thankful!

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Desha County, Arkansas — Tony Ludlow, blog post for 11/18/2015

Nov. 18th 2015

He struggled under the rushing water to get his head up to take a breath. In the darkness, the fight against the river’s strong current made it impossible for him to get his bearings. The fear and panic of an 8 year old boy alone in the dark being pulled downstream by the freezing water is the thing of nightmares.

Somewhere downstream in the darkness were his mother and sister and older brother, and somewhere behind him was his father, who’d thrown him into the river, just ahead of men with guns tracking the family.

The boy was lucky. He managed to grab a piece of floating debris, keeping his head above the water and giving him a chance to take a full breath. He tried in vain to identify something in the darkness that looked familiar, but nothing was identifiable. There was no moon and no stars in the sky and everything on either side of the river was shrouded in blackness and the unknown. Were there men with guns on the other side of the river too?

In the chaos of running to the river, he’d dropped everything he owned; the bag with his belongings was slowing him down. The men with guns had been gaining on him and his family. He could hear those men yelling in the distance behind them. But now, with a moment to assess his situation he realized that all he owned in the world was on his body. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. He had nothing in his pockets; he had no identification and no money. He was a little boy, confused and afraid, dependent on finding his family somewhere downstream.

After hours of floating down the river in the dark, he arrived where the river spilled into the sea. He got out of the river and started searching for his family. He searched for hours, slowed down by hunger and fatigue. But the crowd of people, caught up in the same panic and fear, hindered his efforts further. And being a little boy, he couldn’t see over the heads of the immense crowd of desperate people. He climbed from one stack of pallets to another looking for his family. He was cold and afraid with no money to buy food. He found scraps of food on the ground. He even fought a dog that was scavenging for something to eat. Finally, after hours filled with hopelessness and fear, he spotted his mother and younger sister in the crowd and ran to them. Their reunion was marked by joy and tears … and sadness. There had been no sign of his brother nor his father. His mother and sister had gotten separated from his older brother in the river.

The three of them waited for two days, one day longer than his father’s plan had called for, waiting for the boy’s father and older brother to find the family. In their haste to escape, there had been no time to formulate a plan, other than to get to the river as quickly as possible and to rendezvous somewhere downstream. His mother couldn’t bring herself to go on without her husband, but reluctantly she did what he had insisted, that they leave as quickly as possible. She gathered her son and daughter onto an overcrowded junk boat headed for another boat that would hopefully take them somewhere else. Somewhere outside of Southeast Asia. Maybe to America …

The boy never saw his father again after that horrible night when his dad tossed him into the river and promised to follow. He had no idea what became of him nor of his older brother.

Eight years after that fateful night on the river, the boy sat in my US History class.

This young man, whose identity I’m not sharing out of respect for his privacy, was only one of many refugee children I was privileged to teach. My refugee students came from Vietnam, Laos, Liberia, Kenya, and the Sudan. Most found their way to America by way of the same kinds of harrowing and dangerous journeys. Some of their friends and family died along the way or were killed trying to escape. Most arrived in America with nothing but a desire to be free.

All of my former refugee students are grown adults now. Within that number are 2 medical doctors, 2 nurses, 1 clinical psychologist, 4 teachers, 2 soldiers, 1 police officer, and a variety of other productive and meaningful professions. Not a one of them is anything but a wonderful addition to the great tapestry that is the American experience.

Unless you’re a Native American, you’re an immigrant or the children of immigrants. will be glad to help you discover where you came from. And the odd and shameful thing is, with every wave of immigrants that have come to this country there has been a backlash and an opposition to those immigrants throughout our checkered—and in this case, embarrassing—history. The Italians were opposed. The Irish were opposed. The Jews were opposed. Displaced Europeans were opposed. Displaced Southeast Asians were opposed.

After the outbreak of war with Japan in 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt, in perhaps the worst blemish on his record, issued an Executive Order that led to the internment of every single American of Japanese decent. They were forced, against their will—our fellow citizens—into internment camps without charges, trial, or evidence presented against them. Japanese American families lost everything. You should read the book, or watch the movie, “Snow Falling on Cedars.” (I think it’s Ethan Hawke’s best work.) George Takei, of Star Trek fame, and his family were interred in a camp in south Arkansas, just a few hours drive from Memphis. He was only 5 years old. His parents were both born in California, as was he, and that’s where they were living when they were forced across the country to the swampy rural nothingness of Desha County Arkansas. Their only “crime” was that they looked like the same people who’d bombed Pearl Harbor. And without due process, we imprisoned our fellow Americans out of fear and ignorance.

Despite this, over 33,000 Americans of Japanese decent volunteered to serve in the military during World War II, with over 800 killed in action in Europe.

Allowing fear and ignorance to guide our national policies isn’t anything new. We do it all the time. And we see it again in our current situation.

This nation of immigrants has opposed other immigrants every single time.

And the darker the pigment of the immigrant’s skin, the more severe the opposition.

And if they’re also Muslim, well …

The question about the Syrian refugee crisis is a hotly debated issue. Passions run deep. Fear fuels much of the rhetoric and there seems to be more heat than light. The temptation to dismantle the hypocrisy and inconsistency of self-proclaimed “Christian” politicians who want to build walls, close borders, and adopt a new isolationist foreign policy—along with “Christian litmus testing of refugees—is great. They’re easy targets, these fear mongering charlatans holding political office. But that’s not really my intent.

I know there is a need to be vigilant, to be cautious and careful, and to do our due diligence to ensure that we aren’t welcoming terrorists unawares, to vet those, especially single young men, we accept into our country. Besides, we already have enough young white guys playing the role of domestic terrorists.

When I see the refugees on the news, I see my students sitting in my classroom. I see the opportunity for America to live up to its creed and for the Church to live up to its confession of faith. As one preacher said, “You won’t go to the nations, even though Jesus told you to do so. And you won’t welcome the foreigner when the mission field comes to your doorstep! So please tell me again what part of you is redeemed!”

I was reminded today that Danny Thomas (born Amos Muzyad Yakhoob Kairouz), the founder of Saint Jude Children’s Research Hospital—the true gem of our community— was the son of immigrant parents from Lebanon.

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
~ the inscription on the Statue of Liberty

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BOGA for ALL classes tomorrow, Thursday, November 19th!


by Gunnery Sergeant Ashley Holloway, RD LDN,
(A Registered Dietitian has a BS in Food Science, followed by a one year internship through an accredited university, and then with the recommendation of the internship program’s supervisor, a national examination is required. After that, an RD must have continuing education units annually in order to remain active and registered. An RD is an expert, not a hobbyist or a “food enthusiast.”)

Coconut Oil – Helpful or Hype?

Coconut oil is an edible oil extracted from the meat of coconuts harvested from the coconut palm And according to recent reports, is widely touted to be have health benefits and be the latest food cure-all. Claims abound that coconut oil help with everything from Alzheimer’s, poor immune function, thyroid disease, heart disease, cancer, obesity and even HIV.

So should you run on down to Whole Foods and stock up on coconut oil? Not so fast.

The evidence that coconut oil is a super healthy cure-all is not convincing and these claims appear to be more testimonials than clinical evidence.

Coconut oil is extremely high in saturated fat and contains more saturated fat than any other food available. Saturated fats help to raise your good cholesterol levels (HDL) but raise your bad cholesterol levels (LDL) as well. Neither the American Heart Association nor the 2010 Dietary Guidelines suggest that coconut oil is any better or preferable over other saturated fats. All saturated fats, including coconut oil should be limited to 7%-10% of calories because it can increase risk for heart disease, according to the AHA and 2010 Dietary Guidelines.

Most experts agree that to reduce the risk of heart disease, you should replace saturated fats in your diet with healthier unsaturated fats. There is further agreement that more research is needed in the area of fatty acids and its relationship to health.

If you are looking for real health benefits, switch from saturated fats to unsaturated fats and including vegetable oils, fish oils, and plant fats in nuts, avocados, and seeds. These fats should be the primary fats in your diet because they are either neutral or raise HDL cholesterol but don’t raise LDL cholesterol. Increasing the good.

Enjoy coconut oil if it is your preference but do so in moderation until further research indicates it is better than other saturated fats.



The Holiday Challenge is soon to be upon us!

What is it? The Holiday Challenge is an annual event — completely voluntary — where you are rewarded for maintaining your weight during the holidays! Cool, right? It only costs $60 to participate and here’s how it works: on Wednesday, November 25th (the day before Thanksgiving) I’ll weigh you and record the information. When we come back after the Holiday break on Monday, January 4th, I’ll weigh you again.

If you’ve maintained your weight during the holidays, you get a FREE MONTH of Boot Camp! IF YOU’VE LOST WEIGHT … you get an additional FREE MONTH! (Free months are redeemable after March 2016.) If you’ve gained weight you’ll get a hug from Ashley!


What would you do if money was not an issue, fear was not a factor, and failure was not an option?

To your optimum health and fitness!



Sergeant Major Tony Ludlow

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The Itsy-Bitsy Spider — Sgt. Tony Ludlow, blog post for 11/4/2015

Nov. 4th 2015

I’ve been telling this story for a while now, but never written it down. Mainly, it’s a story best acted out or gesticulated. I told the story this morning and was encouraged to try and turn it into an essay, mostly as a challenge to my ability to tell the story without gestures. So here goes.

Our story opens in Tokyo on a rainy day. Our hero, Tony Ludlow, from henceforth, and for the purposes of this essay, to be referred to as “I,” “me,” or “that foreigner,” is on a mildly crowded, though not packed, subway car. The foreigner, the aforementioned me, was lucky enough to have a seat on that subway.

Standing in front of me was an attractive and well-dressed Japanese woman, about my age. As a cultural reference, generally speaking, Japanese women in Tokyo don’t leave the house without dressing up. They’d never dream of going shopping in sloppy “comfortable” clothes. And the Japanese lady in front of me was no exception. She was dressed in a classy, dignified, well-tailored navy-blue skirt with a crisp white blouse and matching blue jacket. She carried both a trendy handbag and traditional briefcase. And like almost everyone of us, she had an umbrella that hung on her bent arm next to her handbag strap.

Enter the itsy-bitsy spider.

Along came the spider, unseen and unmolested by the many shoes shuffling around it, walking along the floor of the subway. The foreigner was watching the spider with great interest. He wondered what the Japanese word for spider was, but couldn’t remember. Then he thought he had it, but wait, that word might be the same word for cloud … or bear … or horse. Oh well, the foreigner thought, he’d just look it up later if he was still inclined to be curious about it.

But suddenly the spider did something unexpected! It jumped up on one of the shoes of the attractive Japanese lady. But the lady didn’t notice.

I started to worry a little.

Surely the spider would just hop off and go on with his travels. (I didn’t know which stop was his, and was curious to find out. I figure he’d been at work all day like the rest of us and was eager to get home.)

But the spider did NOT hop off! The spider started to crawl up the ankle of the Japanese lady, who was still unaware of his presence. She was wearing stockings and, as I’ve been instructed, could not feel the spider. Apparently the stockings insulated the lady’s ankle from the tactile feel of the spider’s legs. (I’ve never actually worn stockings, so I’ve had to rely on the testimony of others for this particular piece of lady fashion intelligence.)

I hoped in vain that the spider would head back down her ankle and hop back onto the floor of the subway. But alas, no. The spider continued his journey upward. Still undetected and unnoticed by everyone but the foreigner, who’d now become concerned.

You should know this: when a foreigner speaks in Japan, everyone around quits talking! It’s like the old EF Hutton commercials that had the tagline: “When EF Hutton talks, people listen.” ( I knew that if I uttered a single word in Japanese, every Japanese person in the entire car—the ENTIRE car—would cease in their own activities and become laser focused on me, inclining their ears in my direction. They would leave their own thoughts and concerns and become interested in what ever situation I was involved in. Japanese people don’t expect a white guy to speak Japanese and the rare prospect of witnessing one in person would be like getting a glimpse of the Loch Ness monster, or Halley’s Comet, or an honest politician.

Back to Mr. Spider.

Our eight-legged explorer was making steady progress upward and my anxiety was building with every gain of altitude. I had to say something to the lady. But what? And I had only been in Japan for about 6 months and my Japanese language ability, despite my hours and hours of daily study, had barely gotten me beyond the caveman level. And to make matters worse, I couldn’t remember the word for spider.

The time for action had come! The foreigner had to speak! The spider was out of sight.

I opened my mouth and started speaking to the lady, who was SHOCKED that the foreigner, who up until then had been quiet—if not a little creepy—was now addressing her. The subway car turned quiet, just like I knew that it would; everyone leaned in to hear what I was saying.

In caveman Japanese, and using my extended right index finger pointing up … gesturing with that finger in an up and down motion … I began to say to the lady: “um, ma’am … uh … well, … um … up your skirt (extended finger pointing up and down) is something … er, … uh … a spider, cloud, horse, or bear is up your skirt … “ (All of those words are similar, I tell you!)

The entire car couldn’t have registered more shock and puzzlement than if I’d stood up and started singing show tunes. And the poor Japanese lady, bless her heart, bless her poor heart … stared at me with the most confused look on her face … when suddenly … Mr. Spider did something, or had arrived somewhere, that got the FULL attention of the Japanese lady! Whereupon she did a little jump and quarter turn—I can’t tell you exactly what she did—but it was enough movement to get the spider to let go and jump to the floor and make a run for it! At that moment, everyone close by, including the Japanese lady, saw the stealthy spider hit the deck and run for his life! In an instant all aboard that subway realized what the foreigner had tried to communicate.

Then in a move that could only be described as ninja-esque, the man standing next to the lady took his umbrella and thrust it down at Mr. Spider, jabbing him accurately and on target, and sending our inquisitive eight-legged navigator to Valhalla. And then, in the very next breath, and in keeping with one of the most basic of Japanese customs (allowing people to save face), the lady composed herself, the ninja returned the samurai sword umbrella to his arm, and everyone returned to their books and newspapers. And in the next second, there was no evidence in anyone’s behavior or countenance that anything at all had just happened. No one spoke to anyone. No one looked at me, not even the lady. Not even when she disembarked at the next station.

My stop was further down the line and by the time I was almost to my destination everyone who’d witnessed the fate of the curious spider had gotten off the subway. Finally, I had a chance to take my Japanese/English dictionary out of my briefcase and have a look.

Along with the finger gesture to demonstrate it, I told the nice lady that up her skirt was … a bear.

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BOGA returns for ALL classes tomorrow, Thursday, November 5!



Our training continues on Saturday at 7am! We’ll meet at the same place at Shelby Farms: in the parking lot of the main playground, near the temporary Visitor’s Center and Go Ape ropes course.

If you’re not training for the St. Jude Half, you’re still welcome to get your 1 hour of CC with the group!


by Gunnery Sergeant Ashley Holloway, Registered Dietitian, LDN, RRCA

(A Registered Dietitian has a BS in Food Science, followed by a one year internship through an accredited university, and then with the recommendation of the internship program’s supervisor, a national examination is required. After that, an RD must have continuing education units annually in order to remain active and registered. An RD is an expert, not a hobbyist or a “food enthusiast.”)

The Sunshine Vitamin – Really Needed in this Weather!

Vitamin D is essential for strong bones and is an important factor in making sure your muscles, heart, lungs and brain work well and that your body can fight infection.

Could you be deficient in Vitamin D? Ask yourself these questions to find out:

1. Do I get at least 15-30 minutes a day of sunlight on your bare arms and legs?
2. Do I take a multivitamin or Vitamin D supplement?
3. Do I have fair or light colored skin?
4. Am I under 60 years of age?
5. Am I at a healthy weight (not overweight or obese)

If you answered NO to one or more of these questions, you may be at risk for or have Vitamin D deficiency.

Your body actually makes its own vitamin D from sunlight and is usually able to get all the vitamin D it needs if you regularly expose enough bare skin to the sun. However, many people don’t get enough sunlight because they aren’t out in the sun, or they use sunscreen, or they work nights. During the winter months, it is even harder to get enough Vitamin D from the sun since we are all bundled up when we are outside

There are some foods that contain small amounts of Vitamin D such as fatty fish, egg yolks, milk and fortified cereals, but it is very difficult to get enough vitamin D from the foods you eat alone. Therefore, Vitamin D supplementation is often needed for good health.

The darker your skin the more sun you need to get the same amount of vitamin D as a fair-skinned person. The pigment melanin reduces the skin’s ability to make vitamin D in response to sunlight exposure For this reason, if you have darker skin, you are more likely to have vitamin D deficiency that someone who has pale skin.
As you get older your kidneys are less able to convert vitamin D to its active form, thus increasing their risk of vitamin D deficiency.

The more overweight you are, the more likely you are to be Vitamin D deficient. Vitamin D is extracted from the blood by fat cell, so the more fat cells you have, the less Vitamin D you will have circulating in your bloodstream.

The symptoms of vitamin D deficiency are sometimes vague and can include tiredness and general aches and pains and even frequent infections. Some people may not have any symptoms at all.

If you think you may have vitamin D deficiency, you should see your physician, or have a blood test to check your vitamin D levels.

If you are deficient in Vitamin D and getting out in the sun is not an option for you due to the weather or other issues, you should consider taking a Vitamin D supplement.

How much vitamin D do I need to take?

Recommended daily intakes from various organizations:
Vitamin D Council
Endocrine Society
Food and Nutrition Board
1,000 IU/day
400-1,000 IU/day
400 IU/day
1,000 IU/day per 25lbs of body weight
600-1,000 IU/day
600 IU/day
5,000 IU/day
1,500-2,000 IU/day
600 IU/day, 800 IU/day for seniors

According to the Vitamin D Council, adults should take 5,000 IU/day up to the safe upper limit of 10.000 IU a day.

While these amounts seem like a lot, it is important to note that keep in mind that your body can produce 10,000 to 25,000 IUs of vitamin D after a little bit of full body sun exposure. Vitamin D toxicity, where vitamin D can be harmful, usually happens if you take 40,000 IU a day for a couple of months or longer.


Running With Music!

If you run with music, for safety’s sake, turn the music down or use only one earbud, especially in a race. I recently bought an excellent single earbud (XDU Noise Isolating Earbud) from Far End Gear





What you get out of the workouts is determined by you.

How much do you work? How much effort you put into trying to do all of the repetitions with proper form and how much weight you’re using will determine what you get out of each workout.



It’s time for you to go up in weights … that’s what I’m thinking!







Members of The Goofy Club are boot campers who’ve run the Walt Disney World Goofy Challenge in Florida. Club members participated in the Marathon Weekend in Orlando by running a half marathon (13.1 miles) on Saturday and then running a full marathon (26.2 miles) the next day!

Dory Sellers (2015)
Chris McLelland (2015)
Kay Ryan x 2! (2013 & 2015)
Alan Compton (2013)
Ashley Holloway (2013)
Tony Ludlow x 2 (2009, 2013)


Iron Club members have run one or more (or multiple) Ironman series triathlons: the 70.3 (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run; often called the Half Ironman) and the 140.3 (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run, the Full Ironman!)

Scot Bearup 70.3 & 140.6
Andrew Forsdick 70.3 & 140.6 x TWO
Tony Ludlow 70.3

Members of the Sub-7 Club are Boot Campers who’ve run the mile in under 7 minutes under my observation and timing.
Sam Podesta
Ben Newsham x 2
Tim Jacobs
Lee Chase,
Chris McLelland,
Andrew Stolnicki,
Dory Sellers,
Henry Kenworthy,
Matt Green,
Andrew Forsdick
Tony Ludlow



Are you coming up on promotion? Let me know! If you’ve been in the program for 6 months straight, you should be on the roster!

Every Wednesday is our Official BOOT CAMP T-SHIRT DAY! You can wear your rank insignia shirt anytime you‘d like, of course, but always every Wednesday!


Under 6 months is a Private

Private First Class is more than 6 months but less than 1 year.

Over 1 year is a Lance Corporal
– Teresa Reed 2/2012*
– Emma Crystal 5/2012
– Megan Collins 6/2012
– Maria Wyatt 6/2012
– Chuck Miller 11/2012
– Diane Gorney 12/2012
– Lexie Johnston 12/201?
– Sam Lee 2/2013
– Louise Biedenharn 2/2013
– Jay Biedenharn 2/2013
– Kay Barkoh 4/2013
– Melissa Campbell 4/2013
– Gina Tice 4/2013
– Jennie Latta 6/2013
– Mallory Raffensberger 8/2013
– Greg Gaston 8/2013
– Steve Pike 9/2013
– Karen Tronsor 9/2013
– “El” McCain 11/2013
– Angela Moore 12/2013
– Jenn Bonner 12/2013
– Brett Bonner 1/2014
– Mandy Tenent 3/2014

Over 2 years is a Corporal
– Jeremy Harris 1/2009*
– JD Dombroski 4/2011
– Carrie Schule 5/2011
– Mary Bauer 6/2011
– Lee Chase 7/2011
– Tait Keller 8/2011
– Heath Alderson 9/2011
– Lindsey Stanfill 9/2011
– ShaWanda Upshaw 10/2011
– Tara Ingram 11/2011
– Rachel Phillips 2/2012
– Jean Maskas 2/2012
– Keith Renard 4/2012
– Alan Compton 4/2012
– Steve Havard 5/2012
– Beth Stengel 2/2012
– Chris Kelley 6/2102
– Lora Gubanov 8/2012
– Susye Clark 7/2012
– Orli Weisser-Pike 9/2012
– Lindsey Leet 9/2013
– Morgan Johnson 9/2012

Over 3 years is a Sergeant
– Ashley McClure 7/2010
– Paul Bauer 11/2010
– Robin Scott 3/2011
– Chris McLelland 3/2011
– Randal Rhea 4/2011
– Cindy King 4/2011
– Sherri Thompson 4/2011
– Melissa Thompson 5/2011
– Michelle Moss 5/2011
– Becky Lawler 5/2010*

Over 4 years is a Staff Sergeant
– Jonathan Phillips 10/2008*
– Karen Massey 11/2009
– Cecelia DeLacy 2/2010
– Malinda Miller 3/2010
– Beth Mills 5/2010
– Emily Melonas 6/2010
– Keith Renard 6/2009*
– Tim Romanow 8/2010

Over 5 years is a Gunnery Sergeant
– Patrick Moore 9/2008*
– Jessie Flanders 1/2009
– Andrew Stolnicki 1/2009
– Paul Tronsor 3/2009
– Robert Hunt 8/2009*
– Jay Mednikow 3/2010
– Ashley Holloway 4/2010

Over 6 years is a Master Sergeant
– Anne Mead 2/2005*
– Beth Rehrig 7/2007
– Matt Prince 6/2007
– Frank Jemison 10/2007
– Patty Dougherty 3/2008
– Oscar Adams 3/2008
– Alan Schaeffer 5/2008
– Mike Ryan 5/2006*
– Dory Sellers 6/2006*
– Albo Carruthers 8/2008
– Anne Kenworthy 8/2008

Over 7 years is a First Sergeant
– Kay Ryan 10/2006
– George Rose 5/2007
– Henry Kenworthy 5/2007
– Leslie Garey 6/2007

Over 8 years is a Sergeant Major
– Louis Glazer 3/2005
– Gary Thompson 10/2005
– Scot Bearup 10/2005
– Kay Shelton 1/2006
– Leesa Jensen 5/2006
– Megan Warr 8/2006
– Rob Norcross 8/2006

Over 9 years is a Warrant Officer 1
– Matt Green 5/2005
– Mike Barta 6/2005*
– Anne Emmerth 6/2005*

Over 10 years is a Chief Warrant Officer 2
– Buddy Flinn 7/2003
– David Townsend 1/2004
– Hank Brown 3/2004
– Andrew Forsdick 9/2004
– Melissa Moore 2/2005

Over 11 years is a Chief Warrant Officer 3
– Pat McGhee 1/2003
– John Whittemore 1/2003
– Peter Pettit 5/2003
– Amy Singer 9/2003

Battalion Executive Officer
Major Richard Bourland, 9/2003

* broken time



We should be!


You should totally do that!



If you set up an automatic payment at your bank (Boot Camp mailing address is 4888 Southern, Memphis 38117) you can subtract $10 off your fee!

(This is not in conjunction with other discounts and is not an automatic bank draft that I set up with a voided check. This an automatic payment that you yourself set up yourself with your bank usually online and easy as pie!)



0530 Monday through Friday
(First and second Tuesday of the month are M-16 Workouts at CUMC. Third and fourth Tuesdays are Mt. Fuji Workouts at the U of M)
5:45 PM: Monday through Thursday, 5:30 on Friday.



First of all, find me on Facebook and make me your friend. (Also, be sure to “like” USMC Fitness BOOT CAMP on Facebook.)

Here’s how the discount works!

It’s simple: make a Facebook status update and get a discount!

For every status update that you make that references:
“USMC Fitness Boot Camp,”
“Sgt. Tony’s Boot Camp,”
“Tony’s Boot Camp,”
or something similar, (there are fake boot camps out there) you can take $2.50 off your next reenlistment fee for each update!

You can take up to $20 off for any given month!

Your status update has to be a specific reference to USMC Fitness BOOT CAMP or to me specifically by name.


You can do the same thing by “checking in” at USMC Fitness Boot Camp either by using Facebook “places,” Foursquare, or any of the other “check in” apps that show up on your Facebook News Feed.

So log on and start getting your discounts now!


Q. How can I get up in the morning on a consistent basis?
A. Contrary to what many think, I am NOT a morning person. I have to be “dynamited” out of the bed! Here are some tips to help you get going in the morning:
1. Use two alarm clocks. I have a snooze alarm that starts going off several minutes before I intend to get up. Then I have a “Last Call” alarm clock that is located across the room. This alarm clock is set to go off when I MUST get up.
2. Once the last call alarm goes off, the bed becomes OFF LIMITS! Get moving!
3. Get out of bed, turn off the alarm clock, and start turning on lights all through the house. Turn the TV on!
4. Lay out your clothes the night before. Don’t go wandering around the house in the morning trying to find your left shoe and your favorite shorts. So, have things ready the night before.


What would you do if money was not an issue, fear was not a factor, and failure was not an option?

To your optimum health and fitness!



Sergeant Major Tony Ludlow

USMC Fitness BOOT CAMP, Commanding
Mailing address: 4888 Southern Ave., Memphis, TN 38117
Cell Phone: 901-644-0145

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