So there we were… the 6 of us. Aching to get to moving. To conquer the Ridge with a non-stop beatdown that left us tired, sore, and triumphant. Anticipation was on the wind. You could eat the suspense with a spork. Muscles were tensed, poised to explode with power. It was an aspiring moment to be a part of F3.
So we started with a capri lap, some side straddle hops, a few mountain climbers, grady corns, and good mornings. Then called it a day and hit coffee.
Boom. Carried the blocks to the bottom of the east side of the hill. Ran east to the path across the park, back to the blocks, bunnied (murder bunny) up the hill, 10 blockees, then leave the block, run down the west side. At the bottom 20 burpees. Boom. Run back up to the top, grab your block for 30 blockees. CAREFULLY walk down to the bottom of the east side… then pound out 50 merkins, 100 curls, and 150 chest presses.
Yeah – that simple. That awesome.
Mary was held to the honor of the sunrise on top of the (rumored) highest point in Plainfield. Flutter kicks, Captain Thors, High Plank hold. Then a coupon job back to the (missing) Flag.
Count O Rama. Announcements. Name O Rama. Prayers.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
many things can be hard. overwhelming. and the whispers we hear justify that giving up isn’t really giving up. it’s taking care of yourself, or doing it for the right reasons.
Do not listen to this whispers. There are times when giving up makes so much sense.
But in your heart, and before the throne of God, we know we shouldn’t. And it’s this moment we lean in harder. We trust more. We hold on tighter.
For often this is the lesson we have to learn: not that there are difficult things to get through, but there are difficult things to go through. It’s the going that’s important. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess for He who promised is faithful.
So don’t give up.