Six Pax, took the Daily Red Pill (DRP) this morning and got better because for it.
The Pax: Squirrel, Neo, Scout, CPT D, MadBum, Flying Tomato
The Scene: Great morning to me out in the Gloom
The Thang: Deck of Doom, the Deckster, Deck-O-Rama
The Q fanned out the cards and went around to one of the pax and asked them to pick a card, any card. Q reads the exercise, if needed performed an extraordinary example then all pax did the exercise.
The pax, once again didn’t make it through the deck. The exercises chosen were as follows:
- 15, Standing Lunges
- 60 sec, low plank
- 15, Oblique crunches (ea side)
- 13, High slow flutter
- 25, Merkins
- 25, Diamond Merkins
- 100, Arm Circles
- 19, Ranger Merkins
- 25, Imperial Squats
- 100, Flutter Kicks
- 25, Dips
- 25, Shoulder Taps (pairs)
- 25, Plank Jacks
- Bear Crawl – Tomato called the distance
- 25, Monkey Humpers
- 90 Sec, High Plank
- 17, Monkey Humpers
- 100, 4-count Side Straddle Hops
- 200M Sprint
- 25, Squats
- 12, WWII Situps
- 15, Hand-release Merkins
- 10, Rosalita’s
- 25, Burpees
Prayers and Announcements: Praises for Zak and Claire – both are doing well. Also we continue to lift up Roadhouse as he heals. Great job and praises for the 100 Moore Men!
With heavy arms, or weak shoulders the BOM gathered ‘round and Squirrel prayed us out.
It means an aircraft has expended all ordnance and he’s gotta leave to get more. As a radio guy, in a firefight, on the ground it’s a term you don’t want to hear or have to tell your team. But you do tell them.
We tell folks we care about things we don’t necessarily want to. We tell them the truth. Why? Because we love one another. We may hate the tendencies of that person; not coming to beatdowns they don’t lead, showing up late, etc. Yet we come together for the sake of the other person and for a mission we believe in – to plant, grow and serve small workout groups for men for the invigoration of male community leadership. Don’t like that mission statement? Let me give you one bigger – go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
I have seen you surround a fellow F3 brother in deep, meaningful relationships. I’ve heard folks call someone in trouble, or go to their home to visit because they got hurt or couldn’t post. I’ve witnessed many of you do such unselfish acts of compassion all for the sake of the other. I’ve been a part of many celebrations, lifting pax up who got a promotion, had a baby, completed a Olympic distance Triathlon, ran 1,000,000 miles. Ok, maybe Hammerhead, Waldorf, Bourne or Sparky haven’t ran quite that far alone….but I bet if they added their milage up together they’d be there!
Who wouldn’t want to be a part of something like what we have in the F3 Sandhills? Sure, these deep relationships can be messy. Sibling relationships are sometimes. At the end of the day it comes down to “I’ll take care of you” and the other person actually knowing that is not just words.
Thanks for telling me the hard truths when I needed to hear them or flipping me the bird when I’ve gone to far…and for telling me you’re Winchester – you’re all out of ammo. You don’t have the energy or time or emotional space because your life is upside down too. I’d rather you let me know you are out of ammo so we can lean on one another and take the work on together. Sometimes – sometimes, you make it through hell because you are together…scared, vulnerable but not alone.