Frigid morning but double digits at Graveyard. For all the places the pax could have been at that time, YHC appreciated they were at the OG bootcamp of F3LexSC. Missing a few regulars but we had the honor of a visit by the honorable, Socrates (In hoc 👊🏼)
Conditions: Clear Sky 29F
The Thang
OMW, Time, Disclaimer, Prayer, Pledge of Allegiance
Mosey to press box
COP
- SSH
- Windmill
- LBACs (f/r)
- TTT
- 10 Merkins
- IWs
- BBSUs
- Squats
Grab Blocks (no bricks)
Block Circuit
- Thrusters
- OH Press
- Block Swings
- Chest Press
- Iron Crosses
- rinse and repeat
Mosey to entrance to baseball/track fields & partner up
Farmer Carry Partner Relay
- Partner 1 farmer carries blocks to 1st base dugout, drops blocks and then sprints back up to entrance
- Partner 2 performs exercise until partner 1 returns then sprints to blocks and farmer carries blocks back up to entrance
- continue until reach x number exercise
- 1st round – 200 squats
- 2nd round – 150 BBSUs
- 3rd round – 100 thrusters
Put up blocks and mosey to SF.
Frisbee Scramble
- Split pax into two teams
- Teams alternate throwers
- All pax on the team must touch the frisbee before the next throw
- Targets were various light poles in the parking lot
Mosey to SF
Mary
- Flutter Kicks x 20 IC
- LBCs x 20 IC
Time
COT
Announcements
- 5k this Saturday at Lexington HS 7a
Prayers
- BreakerBreaker’s neighbor (Kevin Steagall) – suffered a heart attack
- NoShow
Closing prayer followed by Lord’s Prayer
DEVO
To Fight It to the Last
THE FINAL LETTER OF ROBERT FALCON SCOTT TO HIS WIFE FROM THE SOUTH POLE, 1912
In January of 1912, Englishman Robert Falcon Scott, along with a team of four others, began the last leg of their quest to become the first men to reach the South Pole.
The hopes of these intrepid explorers were dashed when they neared their destination only to find that Roald Amundsen had gotten there before them. Incredibly dejected, the men now faced a wearisome eight-hundred-mile return journey.
The men trudged forward day after day, through the snow and ice, battling 70-degrees-below-zero temperatures and blinding blizzards. Dwindling rations and frostbite sapped the men’s strength and spirit.
One of the five men, Edgar Evans, collapsed and died. Another, Lawrence “Titus” Oates, could no longer go on, but the team refused to leave him behind. Choosing to sacrifice himself to improve the other men’s chances of survival, he simply left his tent and walked away, telling the others, “I am just going outside and may be some time.” He was never seen again. Scott wrote, “We knew that poor Oates was walking to his death, but though we tried to dissuade him, we knew it was the act of a brave man and an English gentleman.”
Stuck in a blizzard with dwindling supplies, the men knew the end was nigh for them as well. No longer able to continue the march, the men hunkered down and prepared for death. Despite the bitter cold and incredible fatigue, Scott managed to write twelve letters to his family and friends, to the relatives of the other men on the team, and to his fellow countrymen. In a “Message to the Public,”
Scott chalked the expedition’s failure up to unfortunate circumstances and ended by saying: “But for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past. We took risks, we knew we took them; things have come out against us, and therefore we have no cause for complaint, but bow to the will of providence, determined still to do our best to the last. … Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale.” The men died ten days later. They were found frozen in their sleeping bags.
Although the explorers carried lethal doses of opium and morphine, which would have enabled them to end their suffering and take their own lives, these supplies remained untouched. The following is the letter Scott wrote to Kathleen, his wife and the mother of their three-year-old son, Peter. She did not receive it until the doomed explorer’s body was found in 1913.
I must write a little letter for the boy if time can be found to be read when he grows up. The inherited vice from my side of the family is indolence – above all he must guard & you must guard him against that. Make him a strenuous man. I had to force myself into being strenuous, as you know – had always an inclination to be idle, my father was idle and it brought much trouble.
Dearest that you know I cherish no sentimental rubbish about re marriage – when the right man comes to help you in life you ought to be your happy self again – I wasn’t a very good husband but I hope I shall be a good memory – certainly the end is nothing for you to be ashamed of and I like to think that the boy will have a good start in parentage of which he may be proud.
Dear it is not easy to write because of the cold – 70 degrees below zero and nothing but the shelter of our tent – you know I have loved you, you know my thoughts must have constantly dwelt on you and oh dear me you must know that quite the worst aspect of this situation is the thought that I shall not see you again – The inevitable must be faced – you urged me to be leader of this party and I know you felt it would be dangerous – I’ve taken my place throughout, haven’t I? God bless you my own darling – I shall try and write more later