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Practice hard, put best foot forward,

stay hydrated, safe

by John Suhr

Sports practices are underway and the first games have already taken place or are just around the corner. With those practices comes hard work and sweat.

The first few days of the season have been relatively cool compared to other years when early morning practices were a must to beat some of that sweltering heat.

But what school year would be complete without some of that heat? Coaches and athletes need to keep in mind the harder the kids work out and sweat the more fluid they need to take in.

I have personally learned that once you realize you need water or have a thirst for it, you are behind the eight ball. Drink, even before you want water. It is a great step in the prevention of dehydration and heat ailments.

As I get older I realize the importance of not only staying hydrated but in getting ready for a workout. Either warming up slowly or making sure my body is flexible enough to handle the workout ahead. Even while you are young and may feel more limber, your season could be cut short if you do not stretch and warm up correctly.

All these things are simple and seem second nature but sometimes we forget the simple things and want to get right to the workout and knock it out. But what ends up happening is it knocks us out with an injury.

While some sports are run-intensive and others are not, keep in mind if you run or walk outside on the streets, do so into traffic for your safety.

I hope the best for all the athletes this season and hope you train hard. Do it safely, stay hydrated and ready to hit the field, course or court in whatever sport you play.

Win or lose, if you and can tell yourself you gave it your best – not only in the contest but also in practice – then you have no reason to hang your head. Be proud of the work you put into your sport.



Additional recreational opportunities

would be a step in the right direction

by Amanda Fanger

Recently I visited family in Sioux Falls and we spent several hours riding our bikes on the recreational trails there. That Saturday morning the 26-mile paved path which loops around the outskirts of the city was teaming with people of all ages; from walkers with their kids and dogs to runners and cyclists, it was clear that the path was a wise investment.

At the Day County Fair a few weeks ago, a report was given by a member of a volunteer committee in Webster which is attempting to generate interest and support in developing a similar investment here.

Many times I’ve heard it voiced that one thing Webster is lacking – or that would improve the quality of life – is a walking or cycling trail. With no city ordinance enforcing mandatory sidewalks throughout the city, there are few places where sidewalks actually connect for any measurable distance. Therefore, a walker or cyclist is left with little choice but to enter the streets – a place not intended to be shared with pedestrians.

Some may argue that this isn’t a large city and if you want the amenities they offer, then go live there.

But the thing is, many are doing just that.

The attractiveness of a community like Webster is clear for those looking to begin a family and to those already with young kidos; there are jobs available for the working class and retirement options abound. It’s said that as a community, we do a good job providing opportunities for our children and we likewise do well in caring for our elderly – thus stated at the aforementioned fair meeting.

But for those of the millennial generation, those who are unattached to this area by children or spouse, what is keeping them here? To what is our community doing to invest in them?
The opportunity to get out and be physically active is an important factor for my generation. It is my opinion that a bike trail/walking path would be a “step” in the right direction for keeping them here or recruiting college students back after graduation.

After all, if the goal is to keep Webster – and, in effect, Day County – thriving for future generations, things simply cannot be left to happen on their own. I’ve written on this concept before, but feel it’s worth being overstated: Change happens whether we like it or not; we should want to be influencers of that change.

Rally around the efforts of a recreational trail in Webster. It’ll be for the betterment of our community’s health and future.




The power of science impresses

by Emre K. Erku

Thirty eight million tons of short cargo are handled each year at the Duluth/Superior Seaport, pinned precisely at the tail end of the great Lake Superior. Dealing in worldly commodities – mainly Minnesota Vikings jerseys and brass knuckles – thousands of intimidating 1,200 foot cargo ships from all over the world, filled with bearded cigarette smokin’ sailors, horn their ways across the Atlantic Ocean, past the French-Canadian separatists of Quebec, and ripple through NFC North territory to one of the coldest, most beautifully miserable cities I’ve ever guzzled beer in. Some call it Duluth, I call it Another Cold Day In Hell.

During this brave 5,000 mile voyage of punching through Atlantic rouge waves and harpooning monstrous killer octopuses suctioned port side, at first these ships don’t have cargo packed upon their decks yet. I assure you, my fine readers, this part is true.

So what do they do to stabilize their hulls while floating across Mother Nature’s Olympic size swimming pool raging under flocks of seagulls and storm clouds? They fill their interior tanks with ballast water. This means some vodka blooded captain preparing his boat casted onto the embankment of some Crimean port pumps millions of gallons of Black Sea filth into his hull to make sure his $50 million vessel and his crew of hardworking brutes don’t get capsized off the coast of Newfoundland. It makes sense, don’t it?

However, in this process, sometimes millions upon millions of mollusk larva come along for the ride in the ballast tanks. I’ve played the scenario many times in my mind this past week.

“Ve go to America now, comrade,” says one Russian mollusk to the next.

“Da, Sergei,” says his pal. “Ve do.”

After the cruise, and the ship finally docks in Duluth, these microscopic critters are discharged into the great lake once the American cargo is loaded. Next thing you know, some simpleminded Minnesotan – such as myself – ends his day of great lake fishing on his two person, one cooler tin canoe with a sputtering trolling motor, forgets to unplug his drain plug (now full of these critters), and turns to his beer belly buddy and says in a thick accent:

“Listen, Joel, let’s take a trip to Waubay. I heard Bitter Lake is gettin’ hot!”

Ten years later, the once beautiful community surrounding the sloughs and lakes vibrating at the base of the wavy Coteau has turned into a post-apocalyptic death zone, with goggle wearing maniacs feeding on the last bit of wild horses. All the while, the Russian zebra mussels are lounging on Day County lake rocks.

“Let’s go eat more phytoplankton, comrade,” says one Russian mollusk to the next.

“Da, Sergei,” says his pal. “Let’s.”

~ Ray ~

Fiksdal Funeral Home

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