5 dollars

Great weather this am at the GasHouse. Strog was getting some warmup moseying in when I got there, and there were a few PainLabbers stretching. TimeFrame rolls in a few minutes later sporting a new pickup truck……next thing you know he’s gonna be growing a beard. There goes the neighborhood. I’ll get to the 5 dollars in a minute.

WU at 0700 with a few options for our bootcamp while the PainLabbers started doing their thing. While moseying to the track in preparation for either IPC week 3 vs something else, Clavin let us know today is his 28th wedding anniversary so I make the executive decision to go with something else other than IPC (full disclosure, no one including myself was disappointed in this decision). The number of the day was just declared 28. We get to the track for some anniversary work. Mosey a lap and every half lap add an exercise with 28 reps so the list grows as we do more laps. Each of us gets to pick 2 exercises. We did Merkins, American Hammers, Squats, Flutter Kicks, SSH, and Hillbillys. Part of the time we moseyed with Stroganoff but he was doing his own thing alongside of us. Next was a quick trip to the wall for a few sets of hip slappers to reach a total of 28. After that we moseyed to the parking lot in front of Grier and got some fun stuff over with. Long jump burpees: 5 long jumps, 3 burpees, repeat across the lot. Mosey back to beginning for 5 lunges, 3 lunge jumps/Bonnie Blairs (extra credit for putting arms up in the air) across the lot then mosey back to beginning. Final round was bear crawl 5 right hand steps then 3 big boys. Along the way we edumacated Amazon on F3 things including the core principles and brief history of GasHouse including how we got our names. We moseyed back to start for some Mary then the COT.

Back to the 5 dollars….In my 52 years I have had more than a few times I think God has tapped me on the shoulder or smacked me on the back of the head to get my attention and this am may have been one of those times. Earlier this week I was correctly accused of pulling a Bluto-a pointless rant about something possibly important but the point is missed by the actual mindless rant. All you young men, I mean boys, who have never seen Animal House will need to Google “Animal House, Bluto speech” and hear about how the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor and you will understand. This morning I got home and was doing some of my smelly F3 clothes laundry. I noticed part of a $5 bill on the ground when I took some other clothes out of the dryer and thought my daughter had left some cash in her pocket, it got washed, and bye bye $5. I put the portion of the bill in my pocket thinking of how I was going to explain to her how hard I work for the money she gets to spend and that she needed to be more careful in the future about emptying her pockets…..blah blah blah INSERT BLUTO SPEECH HERE. It did not even enter my mind that it could have been me. First of all, I ALWAYS empty my pockets before putting my clothes in the dirty laundry. Secondly, I never have any cash because I spend it all on her and other family stuff. Last night we went to a football game, I gave her my cash for her to get in, and I knew had no cash this am. I was already planning to stop at the bank on the way to breakfast this am if we went. And third, I had not seen a $5 bill in a long time. In fact, the last time I saw a $5 bill was…………at F3 this am when Tube gave me $5 for the $$ we gave Freight last week for a fundraiser for Gaston Christian Ministries….Dang, the back of my head was starting to hurt. I found my shorts from this am and there was about 30% of the $5 bill that I got from Tube earlier this am. I was reminded about my own Bluto speech earlier this month when I was criticizing someone else and kept thinking about the scripture (had to look it up this am) from Matthew about seeing the “speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye.” I guess I need to be more mindful to stay in my lane and take care of myself. Message heard, let’s just hope I can remember it.

Thanks for coming out this am. Happy Anniversary to Clavin and his M. 28 years may seem like a long time to some of you, but trust me, it’s not long enough. Not even close.

Whoopee