Q: Mountain Ice
PAX: Z-Pack, Recoil (Blake Conley), Shotgun, FixerUpper, Backflow (Wesley Hunt), DoorKicker (Jud), Wedding Singer, Spellcheck, Handbell, Flathead
FNGs: None
COUNT: 11
WARMUP:
Ruck-a-loop, as dictated by tradition
THE THANG:
Walk down Garden Dr, loop through Central High’s parking lot and head home
MARY:
No time
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Same old, same old
OTB Ruck tomorrow morning, see DoorKicker (Jud)
OTB Goruck training at Asylum, 0600 ruck, 0700 PT
COT:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
A lot of people read the final stanza of this poem and assume it’s about taking the road less traveled, when earlier in the poem, it states that both paths are about the same. I believe it’s about standing strong in your decisions and forging ahead regardless of what lies down the path. I encourage each of you to stand at the precipice of a decision (path) look down both ways as far as you can see and stop to ponder each one. Make your decision with intention, and don’t look back as you head off towards the next intersection.
