In Phoenix’s 110-plus degree summers, my husband survived high school football practices where coaches sometimes withheld water or made players run laps without stopping until they puked. When he told me about it, I was bewildered. “Why didn’t you just walk off the field?” That’s what high-school-me would have done in a similar situation. Then as now, I didn’t conform much, I didn’t push myself too hard physically, and I hated being told what to do. Read More Book Review: The Unforgiving Minute: A Soldier’s Education, by Craig M. Mullaney.