Those of you who regularly peruse Reader’s Digest remember a column titled, “Laughter is the best medicine”. I wholeheartedly support that idea, and sometimes during the holidays we forget that. So here is my prescription for surviving the holiday stress…laugh three times a day.

I recently attended a local high school football game and quickly lapsed into a “LOST” -like flashback when the bands took the field for the halftime entertainment. No, I wasn’t in the band in high school. The idea of walking backwards in circles while doing anything else was a bit overwhelming, but my mother was convinced that I had the potential to be the next John Philip Souza. Disregarding the fact that I was expelled from piano lessons for mixing Jerry Lee Lewis with Chopin, she felt that one way to integrate into the treacherous waters of a new high school was to join their celebrated band. I had just been uprooted from a comfortable middle school existence in Memphis to the mountains of East Tennessee , replete with orange painted outhouses, to begin my high school years. I was the size of a Hobbit, and about as good-looking, so my social integration options were vastly limited. I certainly was not a candidate for football (a religion in Knoxville) although; in retrospect, I would have made a wonderful tackling dummy. Track was not an option as I had the speed of an anemic sloth. Basket ball…well let’s just say dribbling at the level of other’s knees didn’t fare well for a stellar career. So, short of academic superiority, which would lend itself to me hiding in the bathroom between classes to avoid the wrath of Bubba the biggest, dumbest creature to spend 8 years in high school, the band was a way that maybe, just maybe, I could find my niche in an otherwise niche-less existence. At least my mother thought so. So the first day a school she set up an appointment with the band director to discuss my future musical career. Unfortunately, she made me come along. Once we arrived in the hallowed sanctuary known as the “band room” (I had found my way from the hidden crevices of the boys stalls) Mr.Jenkins, the band Grand Poobah, granted us an audience. “Now exactly what instrument does your boy play?” he asked condescendingly. I felt this was a rather appropriate question and a reasonable place to start the discussion until it dawned on me that I didn’t play an instrument. I suspected that my mother also knew this as she had not seen or heard me with anything other than a kazoo since kindergarten, but she was not fazed by the inquiry. “He doesn’t…yet”, she confidently replied. This obviously was not the response Mr. Jenkins was expecting as he stopped chewing his bologna sandwich and stared at her with a look that said, “Well what in the name of Beethovan are you doing here then?” Mom, ever the perceptive sort, picked up on his incredulity and explained that before we invested in lessons or instruments, she wanted to get his impression as to which instrument I was best suited to play. At this point, I was busily plotting both my escape and my plan for putting mom on medication. I had read of studies that looked at a person’s likelihood of being a criminal based on their physical traits, you know, beady eyes, big forehead etc, but I had yet to see any research correlating a person’s physical appearance and their ability to master a band instrument. I felt myself slowly sinking into “Music Man” hell. After choking on an errant piece of bologna, Mr.Jenkins composed himself, obviously trying to pacify the crazy woman sitting before him, and shot a glance at my face, as if to say, “Is she serious?” I cocked my head, subtly conveying the dual message that yes, she is serious and she may be armed, so do what she asks. He then proceeded to survey my mouth, fingers, eyes and anything else he could possibly think of that would indicate the ideal instrument for me. It was like being scrutinized for lice after being accused of infecting the whole school. After what seemed like hours, he stopped, grunted, and said “trumpet…yes, trumpet”. A huge grin crossed mom’s face as this seemed to validate her supposition that structure dictates function. All I could think of was Dizzy Gillespie, that huge, old guy who puffed out his cheeks to the size of a steroid laced chipmunk whenever he played his horn. I didn’t want to walk around school with the cheeks of a bloated rodent, so I instantly expressed my apprehension. Of course, my protest fell on deaf ears as mom was already negotiating horn rentals and lesson fees. How was I supposed to get the girls playing something you have to clear spit out of every few minutes. Neil Diamond never wooed a woman with his classic marching tunes! As I walked out of the room, visions of chapped lips and elastic cheeks dancing in my head, I realized that maybe I needed to find a better social adjustment technique. I wonder if girls dig science projects?


Over the past three days I have been going absolutely bonkers because of an email glitch at Medscape. I am getting no emails now, and for those of you as anal as I, you can understand how this is making me nuts. Of course it really pales when I watch the Hoyt video again (see the prior post) Anyway,I have decided to take matters into my own hands and get a new email address. So if you want to talk, trash the pol.net address and get me at reaker@yahoo.com .
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This is what it is all about. I met these folks in Boston and it was the highlight of the trip. Watch this with some tissue!

I did my first 10K in about 5 years this morning. Focusing on the marathon for the last several years has been a blast, but I realized today that keeping tuned with 5 and 10 K races is a great tool. We don't have many in my area, so I don't have to worry about them interfering with distance training. All I have read; however, speaks to the benefit of racing periodically in shorter distances to stay fresh and use them as speed workouts. I ran this one in 50.14 or about an 8 minute pace. That is about a minute and a half to two minutes faster than marathon pace, so it was a good workout. It is amazing how your body adapts to different stresses. My legs felt strong throughout, but breathing became an issue as I felt I was never quite on a comfortable rhythm. In retrospect though, that is what a speed workout should be. If you are comfortable and not hurting, you not going fast enough. There is a 5K coming up next month and I will be interested to see what I can do there.
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A celebration is often the result of an accomplishment, a special event or day, or honoring memories. These are good things, but do we really need the “special” to warrant a celebration? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to delight in the relatively mundane. Some of the happiest folks I know are those who relish just being able to get out of bed in the morning. We can celebrate our health, good or bad, by reflecting on what a true miracle it is that all these billions of cells are working in concert to allow us to walk, run, think, eat, love, write, and even occasionally complain. In celebration of simply being alive, I have compiled a list of rambling recommendations I have collected over the years to promote, extend, repair and rekindle your health. Let the celebration begin!

People who rarely spend time outside (elderly, housebound) are at a greater risk for osteoporosis due to a lack of vitamin D, which is increased in sun exposure. 400 IU a day in supplement form can help prevent brittle bones.

Taking 400 micrograms of folic acid a day before getting pregnant can reduce the likelihood of neural tube defects in the baby (spina bifida, etc.)

Exercise 30 minutes every day. The more and bigger the muscles used, the less time needed to achieve fitness (cross country skiing best, walking is good, using the channel changer is bad.)

The more colorful your meals the better. Bright colored fruits and veggies contain greater anti oxidants and other protective substances.

Use herbs (Black Cohosh) and vitamins (E) to control mild menopausal symptoms. Many are scientifically valid and generally safer than estrogen.

It’s not brain surgery; to eat healthy go low fat, low sugar, high fiber and balanced.

Eliminate soft drinks. An extra can of soda a day can add 15 pounds in a year.

Almost half of all doctor visits are stressed related. A great tool for stress management is regular aerobic exercise.

The solution to permanent weight loss is not dieting, it is getting fit. Only muscles burn fat, and only muscles that are used!

If you are pressed for time, three ten minute exercise sessions can be as helpful as a single thirty minute segment.

Most women over twenty need to take some extra calcium (500mg) The better the bones before menopause, the better they are afterwards.

Eating habits are formed at an early age. Teach children as early as two to be aware of good and bad food choices.

Don’t focus on weight. Your per cent body fat and/or your Body Mass Index (BMI) are better measures of health. Throw away the traditional scales and get a device that calculates body fat and BMI. They are reasonably priced and accurate.

A good doctor will always encourage and support getting a second opinion…so in important decisions, do just that.

Don’t limit yourself by thinking that health is strictly physical. Wellness is a balance of mind, body, and spirit.

Don’t skimp on preventive care. The Pap test and mammogram have saved millions of lives.

If you have a strong family history of ovarian cancer (in mother or sister) demand a yearly sonogram and CA-125 blood test to check your ovaries. It is far from a perfect screen, but it is the best available so far.

Young women (ages 9-26) who are not yet sexually active should strongly consider getting vaccinated against the Human Papilloma Virus (HPV). It is the single biggest cause of pre-cancer and cancerous changes in the cervix.

Acupressure has been effective for the nausea associated with early pregnancies. The most common device used is “Sea Bands”, an elastic band that applies pressure to a point on the wrist.

Caffeine consumption is one of the leading causes of bladder problems in women. Simply eliminating caffeine from the diet can reverse symptoms of incontinence, frequency, and urgency.

Many women in the menopause need testosterone supplementation along with estrogen and progesterone to help with a lagging sex drive.

Many herbal medicines and treatments can interact with prescriptions drugs. When getting your yearly checkup, don’t forget to tell your doctor about any supplements or herbs you take on a regular basis.

Before any surgery, always stop taking Ginkgo, Ginseng, Garlic, or vitamin E. They all can increase bleeding and lead to problems with the surgery.

Always bring two things to every doctor’s visit: a written set of questions and a list of your current medications.

20 percent of cancer deaths are related to obesity. Maintaining a healthy weight may be your best guard against developing cancer.

Aerobic exercise might be even better for your brain than your body. Early studies show that exercise can cause damaged brain cells to regenerate, possibly thwarting diseases like Alzheimer’s.

The average person makes about 250 decisions about food every day and most people don't have a clue as to what influences their choices. Consciously think about what you are eating and you will generally eat less.

A massage once a week can not only reduce muscle fatigue and soreness, but it can be just as good for stress management as a session with a counselor.

The quickest way to get fit with exercise is to WALC. Wind sprints (just periodically increase the intensity of the exercise) Aerobic (this type of exercise burns fat) Lift (lifting weights builds muscle, which in turn increases metabolism) Cross train (vary your exercise regimen and you will get fit faster).

I just completed registration for the December Las Vegas Marathon...pray for me! Actually, this is a great time of year for me as my allergies seem to take a hiatus during the holidays, and plane fairs haven't gone up. We are going to take the kids on this one. I think it is incredibly important for them to see their parents actively practicing what they preach. One of these days it might actually sink in that this exercise stuff is good for them. And with this generation of folks, you have to show them, not just tell them. A big part of the Fat Proof lifestyle is being role models for the kids. They pay much more attention to what you do and not to what you say. This will be loads of fun (some good shows and eats!) and the best thing is that the course is relatively flat. This has become a big consideration as I age. The one thing I have discovered is that I don't recover from hill training like I use to. This goes back to the whole listen to your body thing. The biggest chore for me is to not only to listen but to not delude myself as to what I hear. We all have limitations. That is not an excuse, it is reality. That is certainly not to say that limitations are ..well...limiting, but smart training allows you to explore those limits without hurting yourself. I did 16.5 on the treadmill this AM (2 episodes of HBO's Rome and 1 episode of Lost) and worked in some hills and a little speed work. That's what I love about the treadmill, it allows you to customize things based on how you feel and not be limited by the route. By the way, tonight is the first game of the season for my beloved UT Vols. Go Big Orange!
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The great news about weekends is not only can I escape the office, but I get to do long runs! I know to some that sounds more like punishment, but fellow runners understand the joy that comes from totally exhausting oneself physically (it actually helps revive my mental exhaustion from the week). This morning I did 15 and I felt like I could keep going. Now that is a good feeling. I'm not sure I will feel the same tomorrow, but if I do, it is a good sign that I am getting more prepared for my next marathon. I have also developed a healthy addiction to past seasons of the TV show "Lost". Those who know me understand and accept that I am somewhat of a TV snob. I have a habit of turning my nose up at most TV shows (and rightly so I may add!) but I have a feeling this has left me out of some good shows also. I rented the first season of Lost to watch while I was on the treadmill (on the advice of my twelve year old) and I have become engrossed. It is really entertaining, and makes the miles go by quickly. I am now in the second season and loving it. I have yet to see it when it is actually on TV, but that is why God made DVDs. Anyway, it is fun to lose myself in Lost (cute, huh) and anything that helps me get the mileage in can't be all bad.
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Had a good week with mileage. About 50 this week. I want to keep this base as I decide on the next race. I'm really looking serious at Las Vegas in Dec. I finally broke down and bought my wife a Garmin 101 GPS tracker so she can accurately track her miles. She is going to do the Kiawah half one week after being with me in Vegas(watching and shopping), so I felt she needed an accurate tool to measure her distance and pace. For any folks who have never used one of these devices, splurge a bit and have a ball. It is amazing the data you can collect, everything from pace to heart rate to elevation and much more. I am not a structured trainer other than mileage (not much into tempo runs or hill repeats etc) but it is fun to track heart rate changes and exact distances on routes, especially if you run various routes. I hate to say that my pace is so predictable that I really don't need a timer as I can be very close in calculating distance by just my time, so maybe this will push me to vary things and increase speed and fitness.
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Emily and Stan, a young couple, were expecting their second child. Their firstborn was five-year-old Sammy. During the present pregnancy, Sammy would crawl up next to his mother and rub her ever-expanding tummy and sing to his future sibling. It was his way of getting to know the unborn baby. This continued throughout the uneventful pregnancy until labor ensued. The labor was short, yet at the end Emily developed some problems that necessitated an emergency C-section.

The joy and anticipation of the new arrival was somewhat damp­ened by the news that the new baby girl showed signs of an infec­tion. The little girl, whom they named Sally, was taken to the neonatal intensive care nursery in this small hospital to be watched more closely. After a few hours the pediatrician came to Emily’s room and told her that the little baby had taken a turn for the worse. They were going to have to transfer the baby to a specialized nursery down­town for more intensive care. You can only imagine the devastation and apprehension both Emily and Stan felt as they watched their newborn being wheeled into the ambulance for the transfer.

After a day at the new hospital, the neonatologist spoke to Emily as she was visiting Sally. “We are very concerned about Sally,” he said slowly. “The next twenty-four hours are critical, she could turn around, or she could get a lot worse. I just thought you should know to be able to tell any family members to stay close by.”

Emily could read between the lines. She knew that the doctor was telling her that her child might not make it. Then it occurred to her that Sammy had not yet seen his baby sister. She decided that if there was a chance that baby Sally was going to die, she had to get Sammy in to see her.

The neonatal intensive care unit is a very mechanical, sterile environment and small children are not allowed to visit because of the risk of infection. This didn’t dissuade Emily as she dressed Sammy in a little rolled up scrub suit and put on a mask and walked into the unit. The nurses went berserk! But when they realized what was go­ing on they reluctantly agreed to the brief visit. Babies in a NICU lie in beds that are up on pedestals to allow the nurses to work with them more easily. They retrieved a couple of boxes for Sammy to stand on, and he climbed up and peered over the bassinet for a first look at his new sister.

To most, the sight of a little baby with a tube in her throat and IV lines from her arms would be frightening. Not to Sammy. He peered intently at Sally and then spontaneously reached down and grabbed her tiny hand . . . and began to sing, just as he had done to his mommy’s tummy. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please, God, don’t take my sister away.”

The nurses were the first to notice a difference in the baby. That evening Sally’s vital signs stabilized and her temperature became normal. She was able to breath on her own within twenty-four hours and was discharged home two days later, a healthy happy baby sister. The local newspaper that had followed the story called it a miracle; the doctors and nurses all called it a miracle. I call it the healing power of prayer.

I bought a new treadmill the other day. Now, for most families I realize this wouldn’t exactly be an event on par with baptisms or your child graduating college, but in my household, largely due to my bizarre way of thinking, this was a big deal. I have long been an advocate of family focused exercise and fitness, so any new arrival that promotes that philosophy I treat as a banner day and mark it with the appropriate celebration. My family often thinks otherwise. In most situations, while I am enraptured in the process of unwrapping the new toy, my daughters are laying bets on when I will begin cursing the exercise god for putting too many screws and too few instructions in the assembly papers. For them this is a form of entertainment (on the lines of watching car wrecks in NASCAR) because they get to witness, first hand, daddy’s complete and total meltdown when faced with the task of assemblage. A new exercise toy arrives and, even before I am home from work, they have made the popcorn and set up chairs at a safe distance from the assembly area, much like they would watch a space shuttle launch. With the added technology of video recorders, they have been able to immortalize my rants and decompensation for their friends and future grandchildren. Even now a new kid shows up at our house, and immediately they look upon me with this expression of recognition, “Wow, he is really the one we saw throwing the wrench and beating the wall with his head?” I am known throughout my kid’s school as Doctor Dementia. It is things like this that make me wonder why we didn’t just have puppies. Not to be outdone by our offspring, my wife Susan has a subtle yet compassionate way of calming me while I am putting together the treadmill, weight set, or fanny blaster de jour. When a package is delivered that she knows is one of my obsessive objects, she calmly buys an extra bottle of Chardonnay and makes plans to visit her parents in Macon. I think the biggest thrill for them, other than seeing their surgeon daddy totally flabbergasted at following directions, is knowing that they will have a new torture device to add to the family collection. Needless to say, they do not share my excitement in spending hours running, gliding, lifting, or spinning, and regularly question my sanity. I must say in their defense; however, that each one of them, in their own right, loves exercise. They understand that staying active is the fountain of youth and that being fit is a family affair. But as my oldest would say, “Dad, you really have to get a grip and understand that normal people don’t have fun watching movies on a treadmill.” She may have a point. But even in the midst of their undying support and bursts of laughter, I always persist in getting the darn thing put together. With the last screw in and the final bolt placed (even though there are still 5 screws in the bag for who knows what reason) I have the distinct honor, mainly because everyone else has gone to bed hours ago, of being the first on the machine. I climb on with chills of excitement and push the “start” button and am quickly transported into the stratosphere of exercise bliss (some call it exhaustion). However, after about 2 miles I find myself huffing and gasping for air like an asthmatic buffalo. I quickly rationalize this as just being tired from putting the thing together, and promise myself to begin afresh in the morning. The next day, thankfully a weekend day off call, I am out in the man cave (the nickname my sweet wife gave my exercise dungeon) and back to conquer the miles that lay before me. Again, after about two miles at a very slow pace, I find myself floundering like a fish out of water. Forced to stop or pass out, I sat to get my breath and contemplated what was happening. I was convinced that I had contacted tuberculosis over the past day and was swiftly headed towards an iron lung…or is that polio? Anyway, I knew I had some grave respiratory ailment that would end my running and relinquish me to a slow, feeble death. At this point my youngest daughter came into the room to essentially make fun of me, and she asked, “Dad, why are you running with the machine pointed up?” At first I didn’t understand her question because it lacked biting satire, but then I looked at the treadmill and noticed that indeed the front of the machine was elevated thus creating a 5% incline on which I had been running. Now for you young studs, that would be no big deal, but for the “mature” runner, this is about as big a deal as being regular without Metamucil. I was running uphill! I didn’t have TB. I was just stupid, and that is somewhat less terminal than most dreaded diseases. This once again proved that fitness is a family affair as my 12 year old saved me from certain death by her simple observation. Maybe tomorrow I’ll run outside.

Richard Foster, in his book Prayer, writes, “God, I have a thousand arguments against healing prayer. You are the one argument for it. . . .you win!” He then explains his approach to praying for healing. He says this is not a “how to” guide for healing prayer, but a template to build on. His ideas are useful as a guide to aid in all commu­nications with God, not just specific to healing. He describes four steps to healing prayer: listening, asking, knowing, and thanking.

Listening is vital to effective communication with God or any­one else. One of the monumen­tal apprehensions people have about prayer is “doing it right.” They are afraid that they will not say the right thing or even know what to say. You cannot pray wrong! Just the act of praying makes it right. You don’t have to say anything! Just be quiet and listen. This may be more difficult for some than speaking.

Being quiet does not come naturally for many people, but listen­ing can be a learned behavior. Listen to people and they will tell you their prayer needs. First year medical students are told that sim­ply listening to patients will provide the diagnosis of their problem the vast majority of times. Practice being still in prayer. It will take the pressure off, and you may be surprised at what you hear. In his book, Richard Foster talks about his own intercessory prayer experi­ence. He says, “After prayer for my immediate family, I wait quietly until individuals or situations spontaneously rise to my awareness. I then offer these to God, listening to see if any special discernment comes to guide the content of the prayer.”

Ask God for healing for yourself and others. God knows your needs, so this is not attempting to relay new information. Rather, asking is both an act of faith and a reminder of the needs of others. By asking, you crystallize your thoughts and focus on what is impor­tant. When we become clear on the needs, asking invites healing to emerge. It opens our hearts and minds to the healing love that is always right there. It is okay to ask.

Msgr. Arthur Tonne relates the story of a mother who told her young son to go to bed and be sure to say his prayers and ask God to make him a good boy. The boy’s father, passing by the bedroom, overheard his son praying: “And God make me a good boy if You can; and if You can’t, don’t worry about it, ‘cause I’m having fun the way I am.”

God wants us to ask. Jesus said, “Keep on asking, and you will be given what you ask for. Keep on looking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened. For everyone who asks, re­ceives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And the door is opened to every­one who knocks.” …Matt 7:7–8…

A well-known motivational speaker’s favorite phrase is “Know your outcome.” Here “know” is much more than a belief. It is that feeling that starts in the bottom of your toes and slowly fills every molecule of your being. We know with our whole person: body, mind, and spirit. This is a step of assurance. In this sense it is almost analo­gous to faith. “What is faith? It is the confident assurance …knowing… that what we hope for is going to happen. It is the evidence of things we cannot yet see” …Heb. 11:1…. And Peter writes, “Knowing God leads to self-control. Self-control leads to patient endurance, and patient endurance leads to godliness” …2 Pet. 1:6….

The final step is thanks, the attitude of gratitude. Giving thanks for what we know is to be. Praise and prayer are like peanut butter and jelly; they just go together! Gratitude humbles us and reminds us whose we are.

I did 13.85 this morning in a driving rain. It reinforced why I like treadmill running! Actually, it was kind of fun as it was early and there was no one around to make fun of me. I signed up for the Phidippidations World Wide half marathon today. I mentioned this in a previous post, but if you forgot go to www.worldwidehalf.com and check it out. It is a cool way to train and run a half...right where you live! and its Free! I am contemplating doing the Las Vegas marathon in December. If any of the three readers of this blog have ever done this race, let me know your thoughts. My wife may do the half, so it would be a fun weekend. Okay I realize some of you may be having a hard time figuring out why this would be considered fun, if so, I lovingly refer you to my website, www.fatproofyourfamily.com for the answer! When I am not getting waterlogged I am reading Ravi Zacharias' new book, Grand Weaver. It's a great reminder that God is in control and the things tha go on in our lives have meaning. It is especially good for those folks struggling with issues like...Why did this happen to me? and Where is the purpose in all this? My randomly unexplainable mind just thought of another web site I wanted to tell you about (nice transition!). Check out www.runtheplanet.com. A wealth of running info,training tips and just groovy stuff. I bet you never thought you would read something that had both Ravi Zacharias and groovy in it at the same time!
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New research appearing in the July 26 issue of The New England Journal of Medicine suggest that obesity isn't just spreading; rather, it may be contagious between people, like a common cold.Researchers from Harvard and the University of California, San Diego, reviewed a database of 12,067 densely interconnected people — that is, a group that included many families and friends — who had all participated in a major American heart study between 1971 and 2003. In pairs of people in which each identified the other as a close friend, when one person became obese the other had a 171% greater chance of following suit. "You are what you eat isn't the end of the story," says study co-author James Fowler, a political scientist at UC San Diego. "You are what you and your friends eat.""I would hope this influences individuals to get friends and families involved in decisions about health," Fowler says. After all, he says, a weight-loss plan may be more effective if the people closest to you are on board. And, if you're successful, your good health will help others achieve a healthy weight too. The impact extends not just to your friends, it turns out — but also to your friends' friends, and even to their friends."This study suggests that if we're fighting obesity without taking into account the social aspect, we're going to be acting with our hands behind our backs." Most people recognize that smoking behavior and drinking behavior are influenced by group standards. But such thinking is relatively new for obesity, still so often thought of as an individual's moral failing or clinical condition.

Hey everyone. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS! It is not about just the physical. Losing weight and gaining fitness is about a balance of mind, body, and spirit. That is what Fat Proof is all about. It is good to see the science supporting both Scripture and common sense!
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Source:Time.com studyhttp://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1119284179/bclid1119245881/bctid1124857736