31 PAX posted today at THE FORGE. YHC regurgitated his 1st F3 Q…which was at this site. Here is how it went:
Warm up run around Pullen Park’s little lake; circle up for:
- SSH x 20….led by Turkish Bath…TB’s SSH here were a form not seen by YHC at F3….resembled an Irish Leprecahn dancing
- Imperial Walkers x 20….led by Oswald
- Windmills x 20….Led by Carmen San Diego
- Mountain Climbers x 20…Led by I Like Tacos
- “Sir” Fazio Arm Circles….Led by 8-Mile
Mosey to the Carousel and split into 2 Groups
Group 1 stair hop to the very top of 5 sets of stairs, then run back
Group 2 Decline Merkins until Group 1 returns…then switch
Group 1 stair hop to the very top of 5 sets of stairs, then run back
Group 2 Erkins until Group 1 returns…..then switch….then Mosey to the Pavilion and find a bench
Punch List led us in a Mosey to the rock pile beside the Tennis Courts. PAX were then told to make friends with a local rock, and then move into the Tennis Courts. Groups were then separated again for:
- GROUP 1—Suicides carrying your rock, touching the rock to the ground on each of the six stops per suicide; while GROUP 2 held at a Balls to the Wall. Rinse and Repeat with Group 2 holding a Peoples Chair while massaging their good friend Rock. Final Suicide had Group 1 running with friend Rock while having Mummy Arms (straight out front), while GROUP 2 held at Peoples Chair…with Rinse and Repeat
YHC had a Weinkie event planned, but New Mexico (NCSU Alum…and a fine fellow indeed) asked we as a PAX Group run to the NCSU Bell Tower to see it lit up in Red….which was a celebration of last nights Duke Basketball victory. Planks were led for YHC to catch up….appreciated for sure. We then made a mosey run back to the circle. YHC got turned around bad, and asked SingleWide how to get back. PAX had to make a RR Crossing that was a little hairy….glad there were no injuries.
Circle time left us little time…so we ended with 10 Burpees OYO.
Namorama, the Cheney read the following devotioon titled “DEAR ME”; which speaks of getting to the point of saying life is no longer about “me”.
Quagmire led us out in a strong Prayer.
Moleskin: Many guys stepped up today when called to. SOLID work here guys. F3 is in place to cultivate male leadership…and all who YHC called on today did just that.
DEAR ME devotion:
Dear Me,
I’ve known you for as long as I can remember. I once heard there’s “a friend who sticks closer than a brother,” and, yes, that’s us, though I doubt it’s what the proverb was talking about. I’ve been close to a lot of people, but you and me? We have quite an attachment.
Looking back, it’s fair to say I’ve treated you pretty well. As a matter of fact, more times than I can count, I’ve put you ahead of anything and everything else. Agreed?
As we were growing up, I tried to make sure you were always at the front of the line. I saw to it that you got the biggest cookie on the plate, the best parking spot, the comfiest chair in any room we entered.
In school, I noticed the little things you liked, and I went after them. You always loved attention, so I did everything in my power to see that you got it. You still like the spotlight, so I’ve maneuvered to keep you in its glare. Now that we have the Internet, I have more tools. I post only the pictures that show you at your very best. Anybody would think you’re living the dream. Have you seen the comments people write about you? When you have struggled or had a hard time, I’ve done my best to keep that our little secret. I’ve tried to make you happy.
Sure, it was a little easier to keep you happy when you were a cute little tyke. A simple temper tantrum got the job done. Then, as we grew older, I had to be a little more discreet. You wanted to keep winning and getting your way—all the while looking humble and unassuming. That gets tricky! Not to mention tiring.
As a matter of fact, you never seem to care about dull stuff like bills and consequences and what happens tomorrow. I’ve said more than a few harsh words on your behalf to certain people, and you never warned me about the mess. You never told me I couldn’t unsay what I’ve said.
I love you, Me. But I can’t keep living for you. You always insisted that if I’d just keep you happy, then I’d be happy—as simple as that. But you know what? It’s not as simple as that. It never has been.
Me, I’ve let you be in control and sit in the driver’s seat, but it’s clear you can’t be trusted. You keep insisting you know the way we should go, but it always seems to be a dead end. I’ve looked into some other options, and I have decided to begin a journey down a different path. It’s narrow and difficult and not many choose it, but it leads to real and abundant life. However, and there is no easy way to say this, I can’t take this path if I bring you along.
So, Me, this is the end of you.
Sincerely,
Me
