CONDITIONS: Not terrible for early September
THE THANG: 100 yard sprint and recover while directions explained
Cone 1: 50 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 2: 45 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 3: 40 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 4: 35 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 5: 30 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 6: 25 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
Cone 7: 20 burpees, bear crawl 10 yards to next cone, run 100 yards and back
7 cone suicide: Slower group given head start. Faster group charged with trying to catch them.
Mosey back to AO
- As many merkins as possible in 1 minute
Prefontaine meeting at track Friday morning. Labatt on the Q.
Stallion’s family as having difficult time over loss of grandfather
StepShow’s 3 year old daughter who has spent last 2 nights at Carolina Pines. Hope to come home today.
As he did at Farsight Tuesday, Southern Bell again failed to show for his Q. Not knowing what to do, the men looked to their leader. “No fear” I told them and then proceeded to put together a Q that I have to admit was pretty damn hard. During the post-workout awards ceremony, voting was anonymous that I “Leave it all on the field” and Southern Bell won our prestigious D.H.O.T.W. award.
Congratulations to Bowtie for winning the 7 cone suicide race. You were spectacular! Magnificent really.
Congratulations to Woodchip for winning first runner up to Bowtie on the suicide race. You were almost as spectacular. “Magnificent” might be stretching it a bit.
Shamu, here is a link to purchase one of those super cool Paula Dean hats you inquired about https://f3.mudgear.com/collections/running-gear/products/f3-reflective-headsweats-race-hat
T-claps to Juicebox for being the only Consumed band member man enough to show up to receive such a well-planned an difficult beat down.
T-Claps to Winkles for……….drawing a blank here……..well, never mind.
Shame shame on Beast Lite and Judge Judy for saying whatever you said that offended Chainsaw causing him to get in truck and leave early. #D.H.’sO.T.W.
Groundblind: Typical rucker, get a itty bitty little hat decoration and then quit.
Entire Churchill Gang (BarFly, Pinocchio, Lucky Charms): Bad headaches and dehydration, most likely from viscous pillow fight.
Radar: Standing in front of bathroom mirror flexing for shirtless selfies.
Postal: Already made his 1 workout of the week appearance.
Skinny Pete: Getting mind right to lead his team at Blue Ridge Relay
Stallion: Up all night making sandwiches for class
StepShow: Early morning hair transplant consultation.
Benchwarmer: Switched to more tank top friendly AO
Chopper: Rented out to pit-bull puppy mill stud farm. Serves that b@tch right!
Dumper: Hurt his back. Probably the same way Chopper did.
Audit: Knocking out beers in Europe harder than the little sweet one hits the Mike’s Hard Lemonade
Lil Sweet: Late night teaching Jolly Rancher tricks to sheep.
Lukie: Coming back this week
Coxswain: Naked and afraid shacked up in Coker Athletics student housing.
Pathfinder: Up late installing silencer on loud ass Jeep and planting IED’s in Stallion’s massive bologna stash
Everyone has somewhere they dislike going. For me, it’s the doctor. Two weeks ago, I went to an appointment with my ALS doctor in Charlotte for the first time in 6 months. While there, I did not get the best report as my breathing capacity had dropped 14% over past 6 months. I don’t like that because I like to run and compete and you can’t run if you can’t breathe. Respiratory failure is what ultimately takes you out with ALS, so a 14% decline bothered me and reminded me that this thing is real. It bothered me for a couple of days and then I just let it go.
Two years ago next month, I led a Clinic Q and then broke down during my devo telling the guys that the night before a neurologist in Columbia told me he thought I had ALS. That was completely shocking to me as I went to that appointment with no worries and only even went to appease my wife.
On the ride back, we stopped at Walmart in Camden to look for a bike for one of my children. About 2 miles before we got there, I for the first time Googled “ALS” on my phone. I had no idea what it was, did not know it was fatal, and did not know average life expectancy was 2-5 years. My mind began to scramble. Somewhere in that scrambling, I had a vision of my daughter Kaiti running a race without me there. Up until that point, we had always run races together. For only the second time ever, my wife saw me cry as I broke down there in the car.
Fast forward a year later and Kaiti had as a 6th grader started practicing cross country with Harstville High School even though she could not compete until 7th grade. On a rare depressing/feel sorry for myself day, I remember telling my wife, “I’m never going to get to see Kaiti race.” That was another time the tears flowed. That was what I at the time believed.
Fast forward 1 more year and Kaiti is running her first race for Hartsville High. There at Wilson High School (9/4/18), I am waiting to watch Kaiti race for the first time. Being more nervous than she, I was by myself when the race began as I had paced for a good 45 minutes. From the start line to the woodline, where the runners go out of site into the woods for about a mile, is 300 yards. I was standing at the woodline watching this large pack of girls race towards me. I couldn’t see my daughter and my heart began to sink as I just knew she had tripped and been trampled. As they get close, I see my daughter and notice she is way out front heading into the woods as the 2nd girl. Completely unexpected for someone who seldom sheds a tear, I lost it. Luckily, no one could see me behind my dark sunglasses.
For well over a year, I prayed to God to have the opportunity watch her race. That prayer was answered. I got to see her race. I got to see her win. I know there will most likely be races I will not get to see and while I do now hope and plan on seeing many more, if I never got to see another one, I am now at peace with that. My prayer was answered.
Making reference to a good Beast Lite devo from Tuesday, sometimes you have to let go of what you are clinching in your fist to best be able to receive God. It could be finances, anger, resentment, forgiveness, or something else. Whatever it may be, you have to let it go. For me, I had to let go of circumstances I could not control. When life deals you a really bad hand, do not resent God for it. Focus on the many blessings he has bestowed upon you as you most likely take so many for granted.
Respectfully submitted by Bowtie