Today was hopefully physically tough and thought provoking.
COP: All 18s, all IC
SSH, Low Slow Squat, Moroccan Night Clubs, Seal Jacks, Merkans
Mosey to Scholars Walk
Alternating Bear crawl and lunge walk post to post until we reach the stairs. Then mosey to the circles.
Get into four groups of three for some races around the circle. But since this is F3 and we can’t just have men standing around waiting on someone else to run in circles we held a pose while others ran their laps.
Al Gore while the first man ran, Plank while the second ran, Honey Moon while the third one ran.
After we completed two laps this way it was time for music- Sally! But this time with squats rather than merkans (though the PAX were encouraged to modify as they needed to).
After all those squats you know what else is good? More sprints! One more high speed lap around the circle. All men not running did Honey moon for the first racer, Six inches for the second, and down dog for the third.
On the way back we noticed a fancy flower bed that was great for box jump burpees and dips. But, not great for calling cadence.
Sorry about that!
Mosey back to the AO for one last song- Tubthumping by Chumbawumba. Do a burpee every time they say “I get knocked down” and do some SSH when not doing burpees. Roughly six million burpees is a nice little cardio to end the day.
In my preblast on Twitter I said that we would talk about love, happiness, and acceptance.
I recently lost my grandfather after a prolonged illness. It was not sudden or unexpected. It was also not any easier despite the fact that we saw it coming for a year.
However it was also a blessing. I was blessed to spend 32 years with my grandfather. I was blessed to spend his final lucid days with him. I was blessed to be able to have the foundation of my faith be a man who found solace, comfort, and love in his faith. A man who knew that it was required to pass those traits to others.
Even in his final days he was a teacher. A motivator. An inspiration. While his passing may not have been as easy or smooth as one could hope for, it was as embraced and prepared for as one could wish. Our final conversations revolved around the memories we had created, the times we had shared, and our bond that will endure far beyond his death. He passed these thoughts to my father and to myself. It is my duty to pass these thoughts on to my son and prepare him to pass them on to his son.
That is the only way to ensure that your legacy thrives as one of love. My grandfather did this for me and many other people in his community.
He was ready and confident in the end.
As a man should be.
1st Corinthians 13:1-13 says
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong doing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.