THE SCENE: Clear and cold, high twenties.
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER
20 Side Straddle-Hops, 10 Mountain Climbers, 10 Windmills, 10 Tempo Squats, Michael Phelps, Little of This and That
Mosey to flat field area where we have Brolympics. We will do a Pyramid with the following exercises. We will do each exercise for 30 seconds:
- Jump Squats
- Imperial Walkers
We then run to the Caribbean. We will run past four islands and lunge to one island, then repeat that sequence until we have circled the Caribbean. We will rinse and repeat but Bernie instead of run and backward lunge instead of lunge.
Mosey to parking lot with CMUs. Each man grabs a CMU. We will do a Pyramid with 25 each of the following exercises:
- Overhead Presses
- Plank Jacks with hands on CMU
Mosey to Caribbean again. We will rinse and repeat what we previously did but with running, bear crawls, Bernies, and backwards lunges.
Return to parking lot and grab same CMU. We will do 25 each of the following exercises
- Chest Pushes
Put up CMUs. Mosey back to AO.
COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
18 men with one of them a Flying EH FNG whom we named Black Box.
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
The following poem was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye, a housewife who lived in Baltimore, Maryland. In a moment of inspiration, she wrote it on the back of a brown paper bag. She wrote it for a friend who had lost her mother. The religious significance of the poem will be obvious. Word spread about the poem and it was later published in newspapers. It became a famous poem but for many years, people didn’t even know who the author was. Mary Elizabeth Frye was not a poet in the vocational sense of the word. She never published any poetry. Yet, her poem has been read at countless funerals and public ceremonies throughout the years.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
Prayers for: two of Rooney’s students who lost a father to Covid; for those who have no homes/residences that are in the path of the cold wave that has run through the United States; for a friend of Swimmies who has Stage IV cancer and a tumor near his spine that has led to paralysis from the waist down; for a person in California that Drum Major has worked with who lost his life – for that man’s family; and, a prayer of praise for Ice Man who has found out he will have a baby boy.
Launch of AO in Maryville on Saturday, March 6 at 7 am. See Slack for details.