6 exercises

Another outstanding day in Gashouse. We had a great crowd with really good weather. Actually, the mumble chatter started early so I’ll take back the comment about a great crowd…there were a lot of people there but the quality was not so good. Well maybe most of the crowd was good but you know what they say about 1 rotten apple spoiling the whole bunch?

We started with a disclaimer and pledge then got to work with the warmup which was a shortened version of the workout. It would be 6 exercises performed in different locations and at varying amounts of time. There was only 1 problem: I could only remember 5 of the exercises but thankfully Roscoe saved me and remembered #6. The exercises were the following: SSH, Merkins, Big Boys, Burpees, Flutter Kicks, and Squats. We did a few as part of the WU then moseyed to Gastone’s Hill. At the bottom we did the same 6 exercises for 10-30 reps and part way thru an unnamed pax that rhymes with Portsale started getting mouthy. Actually, it started during the warmup but I did my best to ignore him up to that point but every man has a breaking point. We did a few rounds of burpees X 5 as punishment to get him to settle down. I think I saw some remorse in his eyes as he started to cry. Well, at this point Defib had to console him. It’s tough to watch a grown man cry. Defib hugged him during the rest of those exercises. There might have been some “massaging” going on as well but it was dark and not sure I could say for sure. We moseyed up the hill then quietly did some more rounds of those same 6 exercises. “Portsale” was obedient and appreciative to be back in the pack at this point and kept his mouth shut like a good little boy from here on out. We moseyed down, did some more exercises, moseyed back up for some more. At the top, I tried to remember something I read from Strog’s Christmas Eve book but didn’t have the book. Or my phone. Or a good memory. So I winged it and discussed what I could remember about the 4th scroll in this book called The Greatest Salesman in the World. It was about being unique and making your time on this earth count. Don’t waste time and enjoy your life to the fullest-at least that’s what I remembered. See below…..We moseyed back to start for COT with a few merkins at every other light post on the way back. Once we got back, Strog got his books out of his car and I read part of the chapter I THOUGHT I wanted to talk about which was good. Once I got home, I got my book (I meant to bring with me) and below is the actual paragraph I meant to read.

It’s funny how my planning for this Q and my “message” was screwed up because this morning I was moaning in my head about how I didn’t want to post. I didn’t want to go exercise. I really just wanted to lay in bed and fartsack. I was tired. I posted yesterday morning then worked hard yesterday most of the day getting Christmas decorations down. Before getting in bed, I checked my watch and was over 25,000 steps for the day. Just seeing that made me even more tired. In short, the Sandy V was on level 9 in my head when I went to bed and had gotten worse through the night. Getting out there this am with the guys really helped. It’s currently about 8 am and I’m working on my backblast (gotta keep Gearwrench happy) with my dog Seymour sitting next to me and everyone in the house still sleeping except the one child who is already at work. I’ve had a good workout, suffered some mumble chatter, showered, gotten dressed, and about to make some breakfast. I’m trying to take my own advice and at least mentally get better today.

Here is the actual paragraph I meant to read. It’s from the chapter on scroll 5…another Q fail but who’s even reading this anyway???

“This day is all I have and these hours are now my eternity. I greet this sunrise with cries of joy as a prisoner who is reprieved from death. I lift mine arms with thanks for this priceless gift of a new day. So too, I will beat upon my heart with gratitude as I consider all who greeted yesterday’s sunrise who are no longer with the living today. I am indeed a fortunate man and today’s hours are but a bonus, undeserved. Why have I been allowed to live this extra day when others, far better than I, have departed? Is it that they have accomplished their purpose while mine is yet to be achieved? Is this another opportunity for me to become the man I know I can be? Is there a purpose in nature? Is this my day to excel?”

IS THIS MY DAY TO EXCEL??????? How about that? How are you going to EXCEL if you are starting the day off with a freaking FARTSACK?????!!!!! I really needed to tell myself that this am.

If you haven’t Q’d a workout in awhile, sign up. It’s the best way to make sure you shake that sand out of the V and get out here so you can EXCEL!!!!!

see you soon-Whoopee