Quick, customary disclaimer after everyone emerged from their well-heated vehicles at 5:59:37. 19 Area51 pax launched, and Floorslapper reclaimed his LIFO status, joining the pax 4 minutes into the workout….and order was restored to the world.
As expected, it was an especially mumblechatterish pax. This is Hydra, after all. Thankfully, 2 or 3 pax actually cadence-counted otherwise I would have lost count for sure in COP.
Below is some Thang and more Moleskinny.
During COP, I called Dancing Chilcutt’s (named after former Tarheel hoopster Pete Chilcutt), but those should be done in elbow plank, not regular plank #cobains. Why? Because the only thing you ever saw with Chilcutt was his flying elbows in the lane. Spackler was the only one actually doing Dancing Chilcutt’s but that’s because he was mindlessly modifying.
We did some other stuff in COP – IW’s of course, No SSH’s obviously. Called out some true bootcamp exercises like bear crawls, burpee broad jumps & Wallthar N’Djayie’s. Relatively sure Trifusenik did none of the aforementioned exercises.
Good to meet Broken Arrow this morning. That’s Proehl’s dad, by the way.
Brandi was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. 27 degrees. Because why not?
Also good to make Bubble Wrap’s acquaintance among the pax. During the rock/running partner work – I had to tell Clover that his partner’s name was Bubble Wrap….too which he said, “I think his name is Matt.” He may have been right?
The OP posse ran in (Huddle House, Sweater Set, Brandi & Slingshot).
Marge also ran in. 2.15 miles he says, and also ran out at 0630. 0530 launch might work better for you, chief.
Snuka was WD by about 15 years….ok only 10 or 11. #ageless
Mayday – KOTTERS! Come back again soon, and I don’t mean in March.
Geraldo & Puddin’ were going great guns on the obscure movie trivia (Google Keith Gordon – he’s the same age as Snuka). They even extended the conversation after the workout. I’m fascinated by their knowledge of all things trivial in pop culture, music & movies. I suggested they start a podcast – “F3LittleKnownFacts”…coming soon.
Buc-ee’s, Motorboat & Gloss clowncarred, I think…Gloss may have ridden home in the bed of Motorboat’s truck after the soiling that took place in the Methodist church parking lot.
Deep Dish, who will be napping this afternoon, was unusually quiet due to lack of sleep, but still posted! Let that be a lesson to all you fartsacker’s….none of whom will read this, actually.
Thanks to Puddin’ for taking us out in prayer. Please remember to keep asking God to heal Jennings Palmer. I dusted off the orange wristband this week. #allinforjennings
The Bible verse Bout Time included on those is Exodus 14:14. Quick lesson here: The scene is the Israelites running from the Pharaoh of Egypt and his army. The people were understandably terrified. They had just been told they were free after 400+ years in slavery/captivity. Well…Pharaoh changed his mind. But God didn’t. They were at the coast of the Red Sea. Exodus 14:14 reads: “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” These were Moses’ words to the Israelites in the face of a seemingly impossible and catastrophic situation. Guess what? Moses was right. Many of you know what happened next.
Will you men join me in claiming that promise for Jennings & the Palmer’s? “The LORD will fight for you, Jennings.”
Grateful for all you knuckleheads.
A Trio of Area51 “begatten” Waxhaw pax (Fuse Box, Posse & Chastain) posted with passports in hand at Hawks Nest. Among many other unsavory things, they were treated to a Puddin’ Pop disclaimer that included a John Dalton (Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse) quote about “watching backs” and “taking out the trash”.
A solid crew of 22, indeed, helped Puddin’ and site Q’s Hopper & Deep Dish take out the trash. Since Puddin’ is neither on Slack nor post backblasts; and because Posse asked for a backblast at 8:14am – YHC is your Huckleberry. But don’t expect 2 or 3 backblasts for the same workout as is the custom in the Land of the Waxhaws.
What follows below is very little Thang and as much Moleskine as I can recall. But don’t worry, Clover promised to fill in all the blanks as well as make up some stuff.
So here goes —
COP consisted of your basic stuff. Though at one point, I thought Puddin’ was going to call Makthar N’Djaiye’s but instead went with the H-R merkins. Mildly disappointing.
Slingshot had already worked up a sweat on his run in from the heart of Olde Providence, so he was ready to go. Not sure which of the OP denizens joined him – perhaps IHOP, Salt-N-Pepa and Huddle House? T-claps
We then ran down to Abbotswood for what would be a long 1/2 pipe beatdown in groups of 3. On the run, I was thankful I am vertically challenged so not to potentially clotheslined a la Geraldo, Hopper, Gloss, etc. My triumvirate included Marge & IHOP, both of whom were likely hating it as they weighted for me to unhook the plow as they did many more called exercises than I.
Ickey was already complaining about the running, at this point.
Brandi and Chastain were there, even running together at one point. Chastain should have broken out his tripod (true story) right then for that photo op, but Brandi likely would have taken off his shirt prior to the snapshot.
Chastain was circling back for the six on a few occasions as well. Good man.
Posse’s headlamp was mistaken for a car on a few occasions…don’t see those things much in these parts….headlamps, that is.
Hammer has resurfaced lately, and it warmed my heart to see the behooded grappler.
Buc-ee’s was sporting the Buc-ee’s brand t-shirt this morning, which from a distance in the gloom resembled an old school Aquaman or some other dorky DC comic hero, but we’ll go with Aquaman.
Sable was getting after it while lamenting Yosef’s misfortune with Puddin’ and Gloss. Motorboat was mocking the lot of them. It’s the Sun Belt, fellas. The Sun Belt. Ooh-La-La…
On the way back, sort of, to Colony Place – we did more merkins at each Clark Griswold on Summerlin. After which Puddin’ called Buc-ee’s for a 10-count but took off running again when Buc-ee’s got to 2.5 in his count…or was it 8.5?
Spackler bolted from COT, certainly not out of disinterest in filling his passport, rather nature’s calling or because it was too cold for him….or because he checks out of any announcements lasting more than 37 seconds.
Someone said we got 2.6’ish miles? I don’t know. Who cares except runners on Strava and Rucktards.
New workout starting at Porter Ridge HS in January. Consult your globe to find that one, and pack a lunch…and your passport. Pretty sure Horsehead lives in that neck of the backwoods.
Wasn’t mentioned in the announcements, but for those of you inclined to pray — please remember Bout Time’s son Jennings. At 5 years old, he is battling leukemia for the second time – and they have a steep hill to climb; but Jennings and his parents Lauren & Joel are good climbers. More importantly, they trust in their Lord & Savior Jesus Christ and their God who never leaves them nor forsakes them.
Bout Time shared the following in his latest CaringBridge post — it is from Paul’s letter to the Christ-followers in Rome: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” HOPE, men. HOPE.
Tongue-tied or short of breath, don’t even try
Try a little harder
Something’s wrong, you’re not naive, you must must be strong
Ooh, baby, try.
That was Spackler’s disclaimer & encouragement prior to launch…don’t believe me? Ok, actually that is the opening stanza of English band Kajagoogoo’s “Too Shy”, released in 1983. Why do I mention this? Glad you asked.
Puddin’ Pop, with a partial assist from Geraldo, gave me the history of the song and lead singer – Limahl, not le Maul after YHC mentioned posting at The Maul yesterday. You never know what may come out of the nether regions of Puddin’ & Geraldo’s steel memory vaults — containing all things pop culture, TV, music, etc.
By the way YHC is Hops, not Spackler, as he refuseniked the backblast and said as much during COT.
So here’s a bit of Thang & mostly Moleskinny below:
Actually only 19 of us did the workout. Site Q Emeritus and Poet Laureate of Area 51 – Sprockets – ran in for COT.
We ran over to the church parking lot for COP, where Geraldo soiled himself. Spackler then had the pax partner up, grab a rock, and run with it to Evelyn’s Hill or Evelyn’s Rock or whatever. So we ran the hill 3 or 4 times with rock exercises while partner ran up and did 15 merkins. It was Covid compliant, as we were all wearing gloves, except Proehl and maybe Lorax.
Speaking of gloves – Hopper shared how his pair of French gloves had held up beautifully for 2 years. He bought these wondergloves when he and M. Hopper were in Paris for their 20th. Puddin’ Pop guessed the boutique at which Hopper bought these mittens. Steel vault. Weird.
Now back to the church, return rocks, and head over to SCLT baseball complex for starfish work. Spackler called for modified burpees which YHC thought meant some feeble knee bends, but he actually meant squat thrusts. Also, at some point Hopper pointed out that it was the first time Brandi ever wore sleeves to an F3 workout. 25 degrees will do that, I guess.
Slingshot asked for donations to fill the monstrous pothole behind the school. I’m donating an unused bag of Sakrete.
Deep Dish updated the pax on the Vegas odds for Clemson at VT this weekend. #F3Bookie
Some other funny stuff happened…hopefully, you guys will chime in with some more flavor.
Good bootcamp Q Spackler – less than 3 miles. Glad to be back on the bootcamp circuit.
Please keep Bout Time’s family in your prayers. His young son Jennings’ cancer has come back, and they have another long fight ahead of them. God is able to heal, so let’s boldly ask Him to do so. Ask Him. Often.
We all have things that weigh on us, things we need — relational, financial, mental struggles. Risking getting too “faithy” here, but men –> there is a God who cares and listens. He is not a genie granting wishes, and He is not some cosmic vending machine. But even if you’re not a praying man – what do you have to lose? Ask. Knock. Seek. An ancient king named David once wrote, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” He always feeds the hungry.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11: 28-29
15 pax mustered prior to 0530 (Floorslapper would join us at 0533), and after waiting for Smokey to walk the 100 yards from where he parked – YHC asked if any pax needed a disclaimer. Did have to reintroduce myself to Erin Brokovich. Had only posted with him once at Hawks Nest. So, we launched into the humpday south Charlotte gloom. At this point, Spackler was already asking for mileage. Anvil. Bootcamp. Low mileage.
We yogged around the Swole lot and a couple others and circled up for COP. Welcome Floorslapper. Ductwork said the warmup run pace was a little quick. #cobains
Most of what follows will be Moleskinny with a sprinkling of Thang.
Standard COP but worked in some burpees which was met with some grumbling and refuseniking, of course. Horsehead was doing some odd-looking stretches already at this point. His knee is dinged up. Later, I asked if that was why he wasn’t doing the burpees. Answer: “No. I’m just used to not doing them.” Fair enough. Purple pill it is.
Did some rock work with some sprints/runs, and then headed over to the pavilion for some Bernie Sanders Recliners (aka Peoples Chair). This was the point in the workout when Clover said Rocky & First Blood II were the two finest movies ever made, and his personal favorites.
Puddin’, in between not doing the called exercises, was quoting Dirty Steve from Young Guns. By the way, watching Blacklist on Netflix, and in the most recent episode I watched – the boxer (pugilist) member of Young Guns had a quick appearance until he gutted himself with some Samurai knife.
Did some overhead press and Walther N’Djaiye’s…thought Smokey was going to break down one of the doors during these…Calvary likely to send Lorax a bill for the replacement door.
Snuka and Magoo don’t say much, but they were 3 of the 5 Respects in the group, and were getting after it. Snuka and Smokey were racing during the rock work. Spackler said he held back waiting for slower-paced long mileage.
Lorax informed Point Break and YHC that he was staying home as it is his son’s birthday. Birthday’s seemed to be the topic du jour at COT, and Clover strangely knew about 8 pax’s birthday’s. Also said today was his 1/3 or 1/6 birthday?
Limey posted for the 89th consecutive weekday. T-claps.
Snowflake, aka Area51’s War Daddy, ran in and put in the hard work. You can thank him for the Walthar’s as he introduced them to me 5 years ago at some Union County AO from which F3 is now banned.
Stone Cold and 49’er may have clowncarred it over from their neighborhood? The clown car is kind of a lost art form among the pax. Let’s bring that practice back, shall we?! Great to have 49’er back in the gloom after a temporary 4+ year retirement from F3. And thanks to SC for taking us out in prayer.
Puddin’ waited until the 6 MoM to roast the pax with his flatulence, and Spackler regaled the pax with prolific tales of his 1st grader’s farting exploits.
Anvil and Swole should do a joint COT. Lorax/Point Break and Voodoo (or High Tide) can coordinate.
For those of you who know Snoop of F3 Metro (and for those that don’t) – please pray for healing for his fiancée Laura who suffered an aneurysm a few days ago and is in ICU. God can heal anyone, so let’s ask him boldly to do so for her. Aye?!
Thanks to PB & Lorax for tapping me to Q at Area 51’s best AO. Next time we’re going up NorthFace at least once.
Happy Hump Day. We should really do a happy hour. Where’s the damn camel?
8 modern day warriors strode into Cerberus. Their minds were not for rent. It was a fine assemblage of pax, so be careful what you say about this company, as it would also say something of society.
They knew changes aren’t permanent, that’s why they continue to post. No FNG’s in this group – though Smuggler & Bypass are relatively new to the south Charlotte gloom. Keep posting, men.
All the pax caught the witness, caught Alf’s wit, caught the F3 spirit, and might’ve caught YHC’s spit (aka the snot rockets I was hurling as we ran the parking deck ramps).
Really not clear on what Neil Peart, Geddy Lee et al were trying to convey. I do know my next FNG name will be Tom Sawyer…because: why not?
Reason for the references to my favorite Canadian rock band is that Udder’s brother was blasting some Rush as he screamed at the pay-for-play crowd in the parking deck this morning.
So below is a bit of Thang but mostly Moleskinny:
Swimmers was late, not Floorslapper late but after 0530. We waited, nonetheless. #cobains
Good to learn Bypass is also from the Heartland, Alf went for the dig right after YHC asked “which part of Indiana are you from?” Well played, Alf.
So we ran some ramps, did a Triple Nickel and a Jacob’s Ladder. Taught most of them the Walther N’Djaiye.
No idea how much ground we covered. Didn’t start my watch. Not much ground covered. Fair amount of Mary mixed in with ramp running, some donkey kicks (hadn’t called those in a long time).
Some other observations from this morning’s mean, mean striding:
One Star and TL can call out some cadence. T-claps…though One Star struggled with the math a bit…you sure you got schooled in the Ivy League? I have heard they’re next-to-impossible to get into but easy once you’re in 😉
Smuggler was an FNG roughly 2 weeks ago. EH’d by One Star who apparently failed to post for Smuggler’s FNG downpainment. Good work out there Smuggler. Keep at it, brother!
Ironsides is a huge Rush fan and said he has a concert t-shirt signed by the entire band….he was also going on about Tom Sawyer having attended Appalachian State for a couple years.
Ok. That’s it. That’s the backblast. I like backblasts, and also since Waxhaw requires backblasts, preferably 2 for every workout, I figured I better post one.
Wait a minute. This 3-headed dog known affectionately as Cerberus – is that SOB, A51 & Waxhaw or is Union County the third head? Who cares. Good work men. Now go serve and love others and die to that selfishness that rises up in all of us. Aye!
As has become the norm for Hawks Nest, a problematic (not really) number of pax mustered for the Tuesday morning downpainment in the Area51 gloom. 28, to be exact including 2/3 of Trifusenik, 1/2 of the men in OP neighborhood, and the rest of us. Floorslapper was on time…if you’re superstitious, watch out for other strange occurrences today.
So after a very brief and weak disclaimer, the pax launched. The following will be mostly Moleskine with a sprinkling of Thang:
Run around outside of Colony Place and back into the lot behind the medical building. Circle up for COP, which stands for Circle of Pain. Did some hand-release merkins, plank shoulder taps, flutters, IW’s, slow squats. This was when Semi-gloss was lamenting all the Chinese he ate the night before. #peekaboo
We then ran into the adjacent neighborhood, but not before I heard Champagne voice his concern about going too far. We didn’t. I think we stayed under 2 miles for the whole deal this morning, but my Garmin and the ability to use it properly are suspect.
Did some exercises at various crossroads while looping through Stonecroft & a bit of OP. Only had to stop once for a blue-collar driver who gave the pax the peace sign…or flipped us off, not sure. We circled around back to Rea and back towards CP. Beetlejuice pointed out he doesn’t notice the upward trajectory when he drives that route…it is a bit of a sneaky climb. We then cut through the condo neighborhood where Gloss visited his office. Hopper wisely suggested we tip over the Port-a-Jon. Could have been an Area51 all-timer. We won’t neglect that next time, so beware as that is likely to happen. Take care of the paperwork at home, men. Think we did some Dolly’s in the cul-de-sac.
Back to the medical building parking lot for some burpee broad jumps, lunges – frontwards and backwards, bear crawls & karaoke. Moseyed over to the fountain for a bench set with some dancing Chilcutt’s and Makthar N’Djaiye’s in with the jump/step up’s & dips.
Jog back to launch lot for 6 Minutes of Mary including some Freddy Mecury’s, Boone crunches & finished with 13 burpees OYO (On Your Own). #crowdpleaser
COT (Circle of Trust) with Hopper taking the pax out in prayer
Sundry observations from this morning’s rendition of Hawks Nest:
Probably lots of other stuff to report, but it was all I could do to come up with the 27 other pax names who posted. No phone recording; remembering the pax names is my mental exercise for the morning. At 48, still have a little mental aptitude left.
As for Hawks Nest and passing the torch to Deep Dish — appreciate Hopper’s kind words during COT. Don’t say it (or type it), Gloss. We’re not getting a room. In all seriousness, Q’ing a workout or stepping up eventually to be a site Q is how you become a better leader. And for those that aren’t aware, the mission of F3 is:
Getting in better shape, sharpening others and being sharpened by others (Proverbs 27:17), and recognizing that you are not the primary reason you are on this ball of dirt –> that’s F3, at least in my simple, short way of summarizing. My biggest “aha moment” in my almost 9 years in F3 was when God made it clear to me that He wanted me to give away what I’ve found in Him. For those reading this, you may be familiar with something in the Christian faith called the Great Commission (Matthew 28:18-20). Two things on this: 1) it is not called the “Great Suggestion”, rather it is a Commission (an instruction, command, or duty given to a person or group of people); and 2) it is focused on others, not yourself.
After all the workouts, 3 sites launched, coffeteria’s, happy hours, 3rd F groups, etc., etc. — my biggest encouragement to you men is to “give away what you’ve found in F3”. Not out of guilt, compulsion, or some over-inflated sense of F3 duty; rather, give it away to another man because you are grateful. Grateful that another man thought enough of you to invite you to a workout.
Grateful for you, men.
Mermaid gave the disclaimer before YHC arrived….unavoidably detained and working on the Weinke on the drive into Centurion. 10 of us, including Mayday who was back from his FNG post last week, launched into the south Charlotte gloom. By the way, when are we getting back on campus? No need to unnecessarily cross 51, though Walsh Blvd. is arguably more dangerous…some a-hole pert near ran over a couple pax this morning.
Anyway, we did a bunch of stuff…not YHC’s best effort at Q’ing. #cobains. Spent some time on the Natatorium hill, also did COP in the hospice/palliative care parking lot. Always feels a little weird… Also visited Tartarus and did some rock work, and of course, 6 MoM. Both Lorax and Mermaid remarked on this. You’re welcome.
A little bit of olde moleskinny:
That’s it. Short & sweet. only about 1.6 miles traversed….we’ll go farther next time…maybe.
Passez un bon weekend.
A veteran group of pax mustered at Basecamp this morning. Semi-gloss, who needed to take care of some paperwork in his office, was LIFO, but oddly enough – kept his shirt on the entire schweaty workout. Strange Brew started the workout shirtless, only to put a shirt on after COT.
Anyhoo, after a weak disclaimer that included a warning to avoid the construction at SCMS, the pax launched into the soupy south CLT gloom.
Ye Olde Moleskinny Thang:
We ran down to the track for a lap then to midfield for COP. Already much mumble chatter and complaining about actually being on grass – Spackles, Clover & Gloss were fulfilling that role as per the norm. We did some stuff including the broken sprinkler. Then up to the rocks near Gloss’ office for 3 circuits of rock work and some bear crawls which 1/2 the pax refuseniked, some did other exercises, some did nothing. Strong work.
Then back to the track for some four corners and some Mary in between – CCD’s, Merkins, Jump Squats at the corners.
Did some parking lot work after that while avoiding being run over by a backhoe. Burpee broad jumps and some more Mary. Finito.
One editorial comment: It’s easy to bitch & moan these days, but try practicing gratitude. If you don’t think you’ve got reasons for which to give thanks — give me a call. I’ve got several for you.
Taking the liberty of posting a backblast; Slingshot laid down a solid Q, and if he lays down a solid backblast as well, then there will be one solid one, and this weak entry. Pretty sure I’ve seen multiple bb’s from some workouts in Waxhaw, so not unchartered waters.
Anyhoo, Slingshot gave a disclaimer, but no one heard him as the mumble chatter was already deafening. We did have one car honk to clear the lot as the pax was mustering. They were on a beeline for their morning shot of cholesterol and fat at Dunkin’ Donuts. Never, ever get in the way of a person and his/her donut(s).
Off the pax went after circling back for some pax who got out of his vehicle with no shoes on. Can’t remember his name, and in COT he couldn’t remember his own age. Mumblechatter was again overwhelming so I couldn’t discern his nickname amidst the cacophony. Also missing another pax in the list. We had 24, but I could only come up with 22. So, for the shoeless one and the other — #cobains
we did Jacob’s Ladder (aka 7’s) on some hill in Stonecroft. I ran into Geraldo & someone else during those and pert near went down. my comparatively low center of gravity (lots of gravity, at that) spared me
pax then ran to Hope OP for some running and rock work. Good find by Slingshot – we’ll be back there again soon. If Latin never lets us back on campus, that may be the next AO location for Hawk’s Nest. Knowing about 50 people that go there, including Sprockets, Spackler, Queen, among other pax — we might well get the “go ahead”.
then over to the bank for some people’s chair and then over to the launch lot. I’m a 5/3 certain that bank has been closed for 3-4 years.
Ye Olde Naked Moleskinné:
just random bullet-point observations
Other stuff happened, I’m sure. Sound off if so inclined.
Solid Q, Slingshot. Thanks for stepping up. IHOP on Q next week at the Nest.
Once upon a time, there was a workout called The Rock. Upwards of 40 or 50 pax could be found under & amidst the south Charlotte Saturday morning gloom. The goings on at this AO even were chronicled on local television. Those goings on were bootcamp workouts. Once thought to be extinct or, at the very least, no longer to be found in its former south Charlotte habitat — the experts were wrong. Bootcamp workouts, albeit on the endangered species list, are not extinct.
This morning at RockZero (nee The Rock, prior to a forced and uncomfortable prearranged re-marriage with DayZero after they left the relationship a couple years earlier) 17 men confirmed that the bootcamp workout is alive and still sitting up and taking nourishment. A la Marlon Perkins and Jim Fowler on Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”, Runstopper & YHC took the pax on a safari across the Calvary expanse (actually we didn’t range very far at all) to prove that the bootcamp workout is still alive. By the way, do you remember how Perkins used to send Fowler on the most harrowing tasks while he just sat back in the elevated safari vehicle and prattled on? Good humor.
Anyway, suppose some account of what happened should be included, so here’s a blend of Moleskinny & Thang:
TL was LIFO, we circled back a bit to pick him up after a weak disclaimer that included no mention of Covid.
COP consisted of the Sprinkler (stole that from Circuit City’s Q at RY on Thursday). I just can’t stand to look at the atrocious form when IW’s are called. No SSH’s, of course. We did some slow squats, a few burpees, some flutters..and some other stuff.
Then ran over to one of the lots for some bearcrawls, lunge walks (including back’ards), burpee broad jumps, etc.
Over to the picnic tables near the kitty litter. The hotbox was full of crows and/or ravens picking the flesh from some carcass….hope it wasn’t human.
Anyway we did some Little Baby Haze’s. Flipper adroitly corrected me when I called what I was doing step up’s. Thanks for the assist. See…I’m coachable. Also did some incline merkins, though my co-Q and others were doing dips & Derkins and perhaps other stuff. Choose your own Weinke, fellas.
Moseyed over to the pavilion for some people’s chair, overhead press, some little baby arm circles – forwards and back’ards, and some Moroccan Night Club’s. Thanks to Snowflake for the assist on the name for those sneaky little bastards.
Runstopper’s turn. He, of course, took the pax immediately over to the rock filled bridge over the gunch down the hill from the kitty litter. While many were expecting an appearance from Mr. Webb, alas, Jack never showed. The pax did, however, carry the rocks for the remainder of the workout. We did a bunch of stuff with the rocks – lots of old school sit ups, lunge walks – forwards and back’ards, flutter press, and some other nameless exercises that I’d never done before and will likely have me cursing under my breath this evening and all day tomorrow. Thank you very little, Stopper.
We went less than 2 miles. 1.89753 miles was the official tally. You’re welcome. Did I mention bootcamps are not extinct?
Now for some sundry moleskinnish observations:
Alright, that’s enough of this. I’ll close with this. As I prayed in COT, I am thankful for this fellowship, this brotherhood. There’s a story in the Bible written by a dude named Luke. It’s an exchange between another dude named Jesus of Nazareth and an expert in Jewish law. It may be familiar to some of you, and it’s known familiarly as the parable of the “Good Samaritan”. Luke 10: 25-37. I commend it to you, men. Notice the context in which Jesus tells this parable, and ask yourselves how that may apply to us in America, and the whole world for that matter. “Who is your neighbor?”
Thankful for you, men. It was a privilege to Q alongside Runstopper this morning, and it was a privilege and joy to pray for all of us, too.