I joined F3 about 2 1/2 years ago and remember thinking sometimes during name-o-rama that eventually I would get… have… to hear “respect” after I said “Monk.” It was my good fortune to turn 50 when a New Year’s Day Convergence would turn out so many HIM to lend their voices on a very cold day. My thanks to Gastone for setting it up so nicely and sharing the Q. And Happy Birthday to Pockets today as well!!!
Gastone started us with a simple warm-up … probably a good idea for a New Year’s morning workout: 50 SSH + a roundabout run into the park and down to the field below the picnic shelter. No splashy merlot in this crowd!
Then we partnered up and did 10 reps of partner durkins, a run up around the picnic shelter, 10 reps booyah merkins, rinse & repeat 4 times for a total of 50 reps each.
Then Gastone explained the 50 theme, and I took the Q to the next soccer field for my part.
I had been thinking for a couple of days that I’m now old enough to look back over my life … by the decade! I also thought it would be a good idea to recognize (and share w/ the PAX) one blessing from each decade that is still with me today.
First, I started playing guitar when I was 8. Lots of fun then and now, it also taught me how to listen. With no internet to look up the (wrong) chords, I used cassette tape and the rewind button to figure out songs. Not that I’m a great listener today, but it helped.
Then I relived the glory days and gave the PAX an 8 minute workout to Stairway to Heaven: 1 exercise / verse for seven verses (mountain climbers, Bobby Hurleys, burpees, flutters, shoulder taps, Freddy Merc’s) + seal jacks (w/ air guitar option) for the guitar solo, and flying squirrels for the last verse. Stairway had one added benefit: strong contribution to Whoopie’s music reeducation course, though I’m pretty sure the lesson was lost b/c he kept mumbling things about George Strait.
Second, a set of blessings spanning three decades: During my teens, my parents divorced (not the blessing), but I didn’t lose faith in marriage and family. I thought there must be ways for families to live well together and that if I paid attention I might learn something. In my twenties I came to the conclusion that I believe in God and that if I were going to call myself a Christian I should try to learn what the meant and try to live like one. In my thirties, I married Julie, and we started raising our three daughters. Sometimes you carry your spouse and children; sometimes they carry you; doing things to build trust makes the carrying easier.
The next exercise was, of course, the Partner Carry followed by wheelbarrows the length of the field. Next the Three Amigos was … um… “Omaha’d.”
Third, the latest decade: F3! 2 1/2 years ago there were habits about my health, thinking, and relationships that were, as we say, completely stupid and utterly pointless. F3 has a way of turning CSAUP into something meaningful and has for me.
To thank all the PAX for their contribution, we had a mini-CSAUP. PAX divided into two teams, each with a volleyball at one end of the field. First team to volley the ball to the other end wins. Each HIM performs a burpee after hitting a volley and rejoins team. If ball touches ground, entire team locks arms and lunges backwards 5 paces.
Return to Snowballs for dying cockroaches and a Gastone flutter kick fiesta.
My thanks to the 33 HIM who turned out and helped me begin a great birthday!