THE SCENE: 73° and windy
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER
WARM-O-RAMA:
Burpee Warmup
Do 1, then 2, then 3, etc.
We went up to round 6.
THA-THANG:
Moses’ Ladder Workout.
Do station 1 run to station 2 then run back to start. Run through doing stations 1 and 2 on the way to the third station and then all the way back to start. Continue in this fashion adding a station on up to the 8th. Once at the top go back down the ladder subtracting a station from the beginning each time.
@Bathroom Wall – 3 Balls to the Wall or 30 Dry Docks
@Scrapyard – 5 Pull-ups or 10 Inverted Rows
@Y in Path – 10 Burpees
@Trash Can – 15 WWIIs
@Next Intersection – 20 Iron Mikes single ct
@Grinder Steps – 25 Merkins
@1/2 way to sidewalk – 30 Low Peter Parkers single ct
@Sidewalk – 35 Squats
MARY:
None
COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
10 HIMs
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
“If-” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
MOLESKIN:
Solid beatdown. Counting the warmup we did 101 Burpees. I think some of us made it about halfway back down the ladder.
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