Conditions: partly cloudy, 70 degrees
The Thang:
- Intro, disclaimer, prayer
- Mosey across covered bridge to spooky parking lot
- SSHs, IWs, flutter kicks, and 1-legged Merkins x 20 IC
- Mosey to bottom of Reaper Hill
- Bear crawl up Reaper Hill with 10 BBSUs at each light; alternate planks and flutter kicks at top ’til 6 arrive
- Plank jacks, prison squats, mountain climbers, and monkey humpers x 15 IC
- Mosey to bottom of Reaper Hill
- Run backwards up hill with 10 shoulder taps at each light; alternate planks and flutter kicks at top ’til 6 arrive
- Line up on wall: 15 step-ups on each leg, 20 incline Merkins, 25 dips, and 30 LBCs with feet up; all OYO; decline plank between exercises
- Mosey to bottom of Reaper Hill
- Carioca/karaoke to top of Reaper Hill; 5 BBSUs and switch directions at each light; alternate planks and flutter kicks at top ’til 6 arrive
- Mary
Count-0-Rama
Name-O-Rama
Announcements: Thirsty Thursday
Prayer Requests: No Help’s daughter after surgery, Badger’s family
Prayer
Closing words: Rudyard Kipling’s If
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 wornout 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!