Eight Pax, took the Daily Red Pill (DRP) this morning and got better because for it.
The Pax: Squirrel, Neo, Flying Tomato, Scout, CPT D, Chitwood, Aruba, and Poacher
Starting with the core
- The 100
- 10 Xs & Os
- 20 WWII Situps, In cadence (slow)
- 30 Freddy Mercury’s In cadence
- 40 Long slow Flutter In cadence
- 40 Side leg raises (ea side) In cadence
- 30 LBCs In Cadence
- 20 Heels To Heaven In cadence
- 10 Hello Dolly
- The 100
Grab your Coupon
- 20 Good Mornings
- 20 Bent over rows
- 20 Squats
- 20 Step Forward Pulse Lunge
- 20 Lunges
- 20 Step Back Pulse Lunge (hint, it’s really the same as a regular pulse lunge)
- 30 Plyo Merkins (10-10-10)
- 20 Merkins — Neo brought his best MadBum out, “Dude, we just did those”
- 20 Alpo’s (cross handed shoulder raise)
Murder Bunny to Shovel Flag — 10 Squat Presses
Murder Bunny Back
Shovel Carry to the Shovel Flag & back
Announcements: Prayers for Aruba’s Grandson as he leaves their nest and to goes back to momma’s home. Aruba and his M have laid a good foundation during these formative years.
Flying Tomato lead us out in prayer
MOLESKINE: Airborne Operations…..and courage
The term HALO stands for Healthy Active Living and Obesity …well, maybe. But in this Moleskine I’m talking about High Altitude Low Opening.
A quick primer; the first part (high altitude) refers to the altitude from which the jumpers exits the aircraft…duh – high. A typical exit altitude is somewhere between 12,000 to 14,000 feet above ground level. Any higher and you have to be on oxygen for a set period…which seems like forever. Then at the designated location you and your buddy’s would head the jump master’s signal and follow him out. This means – jump. There’s two main ways YHC was taught – Superman dive or just face the front of the aircraft and take a small hop. The plane still goes and you fall into the slipstream. Then you freefall for about 60 seconds before deploying the parachute and gliding back to terra firma.
In the reconnaissance troop we jumped….a lot! We had to make sure we knew each others fall rate, how to link up, how to identify where we were and then land pretty close to one another to then ruck up and move out. I laugh at thinking back on the “early days” when we’d be climbing to altitude and my eyes were as big as pie plates. After a 100+ jumps it seemed routine to look at the red clay airstrip of St. Mère Église from14,000 feet. Jumping became easy, comfortable, familiar.
Ok, my walk down memory lane is over. So, the title was airborne operations and courage. Few of us would have considered ourselves courageous. We trained, we tested our gear and I think the thing that gave us our courage (during jumps) was the fact we had a parachute on. If you would have asked any of us, whether on an airborne operation or going to a target what the other would be doing we could have told you. Not just, “oh, Brian is going to do X.” No, my team mates could tell you what direction I would turn or where my radios were, or extra batteries, or the “commo goodies” I kept just in case. We were an extension of one another. Our so called “courage”? We were doing it, not for God and Country but for the men on our left and our right….those we trained with, sweated with, bled with.
When we, humans, aren’t in proximity as a people, we become non-proficient at interacting in love. Our emails are pointed and sharp. We move toward a vision or a mission or an accomplishment without seeing the person we are interacting with. Our conversations are Bottom Line Up Front and get on with it. We fail to acknowledge there is a person with a soul on the other end. It takes courage to be kind. It takes more courage to speak the big T Truth. And behind that kind of courage is purpose. A purpose not of self but for the sake of…. Boil it down and (I pray) it’s out of love for the other.
Let me break it down real simple. We, F3 Sandhills, do things to build each other up. To prepare each other for life’s obstacles. We do these things for the men to our immediate right and left more than for the amorphous “community”. Our mission (purpose) is to plant, grow and serve small workout groups for men for the invigoration of male community leadership. As I said in my last BackBlast, this briefs well and sounds nice – but we can’t touch it. If YHC can’t touch it, see it up close and personal it’s hard to be and stay attached to it.
Every week we gather in the Gloom to touch one another. We raise one another up, encourage one another, do life together the best we know how. In doing these “simple” things it’s like dropping a pebble into the water. The initial drop is small and yet the ripple effects go on and on and on. It’s through these ripples where we see the true impact in our families and our community. Are we brave in being so bold to pour a bit of us into another man? I say yes. I say, if we don’t we are sticking that pebble in our pocket and won’t have the lasting impact we could have.
If you’re new to our cast of misfits and feel like your eyes are as big as pie plates that’s ok. Welcome! We’ve all been there. We’re haven’t always been so fearless. It’s in taking the Dialy Red Pill (DRP), coming out into the Gloom and becoming proficient to the point these relationships become easy, comfortable, familiar. So, I ask you:
What is your parachute that gives you courage?