12/07/2020 - The Outpost - 12/7/2020 – The Outpost – 10 more reps

AO: The Outpost

When: 12/07/2020

PAX:

Number of Pax: 8

Pax Names: Blow Dry, Blues Clues, FICO, Mr. Nice Guy, Rhinestone, Sun Devil,

DR Names:

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names: Cub's Fan

QIC: Bartles and Jaymes


Introduction

“I don’t count my sit-ups; I only start counting when it starts hurting because they’re the only ones that count.”

– Mohamed Ali

Dilly Dilly used this quote during a COT a couple of weeks ago, and I thought I’d incorporate it into a beat down.

Warm-O-Rama

SSH IC until a pax modifies or stops, then add then more – made it to 60.

I read the Ali quote, then described the Thang. I will call out an exercise, or movement. We will perform that exercise until a PAX hurts, or fails. Then we will all do ten more reps of it, IC. I will call on  PAX to call out exercises, so everyone gets a say in the workout. Made everyone pledge to push themselves. No easy outs.

 

The Thang

The order went as best as I can remember:

Mosey to baseball pavilion.

Dips

Reverse lunges

Mosey to playground pavilion

Squats

Merkins

Lateral leg lifts

Mosey to flags for coupons

Chest press

Leg lifts

Big boys

Overhead press

Burpees

Mosey around parking lot

Calf jumps

Mosey to playground

Pull ups

Mosey to parking lot

Sprints

Mosey to flags

High plank

LBC until six

 

 

 

Circle of Trust

Today is a dark anniversary of the US. Pearl Harbor day. A day that will live in infamy.

But it is also the anniversary of our first sate, Delaware, ratifying the constitution, and becoming the first state of our United States of America.

Every day has tragedies both personal and great. But every day also has amazing things that happen, both personal and great.

I have made my opinions clear about how I feel concerning where we currently lie as a country, under oppressive orders, and the destruction of entire business sectors. I have a tendency to be angry about the damage I have seen done to too many lives. But there is also great joy if you are willing to look for it. So I quoted from two other sources. First, JFK.

“Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans, born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage, and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world. Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.”

F3 is remaking the modern day warrior. Be willing to fight for what you believe in. I am not asking, nor expecting any of the PAX to agree with me. But do be willing to fight for your beliefs.

But also to be a happy warrior. See the darkness out there, name it snd confront it, but be happy and look for joy. Do not let yourself be mired in anger.

William Wordsworth wrote Character of the Happy Warrior in the early 1800s. I quoted only part of it, but read it all below, and try to be happy, focus on the good that is out there, and how we can fight for it. Do not think less of others for believing differently, even as you challenge their beliefs. We’re all brothers in this world together.

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature’s highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable—because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
—’Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
—Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
—He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe’er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—
‘Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation’s eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven’s applause:
This is the happy Warrior; this is he
That every man in arms should wish to be.

 

 

Naked Man Moleskin

Ended with a short prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance.

Great crew today, who all pushed. Nobody held back, or took an easy exercise as an out, so I never had to veto an exercise.

Overhead press into burpees turned into the worst combo of the day. I’m remembering that for future workouts. Brutal.

Thanks to all of you for your support.

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