Two superheroes and a boat anchor successfully alluded the fart sack, but bore witness to the absolute murder of cadence and numbers in general. So according to Arnold’s goldfish Gilbert, it went a little something like this:
Mosey to the top of Mount Forge
Welcome & F3 Disclaimer
To warm up we pulled a Chappy (except not as hard): run down to the ticket booth, stopping at each parking lot to perform warm ups: 3x 5’s and 10’s, DQ’s, helicopters, imperial walkers, scorpion kicks.
Staying in the final parking lot for :
Round 1: ThunderCats (cat crawl on a parking lot line)
Round 2: 20 hydraulic planks
Round 3: 20 Jerkins
Back to the top of the mount, making stops at each parking lot for:
25 LBC’s or WWII’s
75 American Hammers
Mosey to the commons area for a box jumping Triple Check:
P1 (timer) box jumps then runs around the Amplitheater
P2 does Freddie Mercury’s
P3 does Donkey Kicks
25 Copperhead Squats and 3 SOJ Squats
Back to the flag for a Hot Potato: Ring of fire
(Person randomly calls out an exercise and count, while the packs does invisible jump ropes.)
Announcerama (see Comments)
YHC read a poem: (see the video at the top)
We each talked about what we learned from 2020.
YHC read another poem:
How Did You Die?
by: Edmund Vance Cooke
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight — and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how
Pray for my parents who have COVID-19.
YHC seemed to have had quite a bit of difficulty counting today, and I thank DTH and Fresh Prince for their patience.
I was asked the question: if liberty and optimism could coexist, and I say yes more strongly than Meg Ryan did in “When Harry Met Sally!” It started with a comment from Flatline, which led to a text to Hardywood, which led to an encounter and run with TYA, which led to running with Hardywood, which led back to TYA and Swirly bringing me to the point where I can catch a glimpse of my full potential — liberating me from the sad clown and presenting me with the gift of a more positive future. All I ever had to do was reach out and accept it. My life is living proof that liberty and optimism can coexist!
As my 45th birthday approaches, for the first time in over a decade, I am off cholesterol medication. My pants size went from a size 42 to a size 38. I am happier than I have ever been, because I know that I am not alone. It was important for me to end this year by saying thanks, and I want to say it to all of you! You all have made a difference in my life, and I look forward to going bigger with you in 2021! Happy New Year!
Isaiah 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.