Conditions: upper 70s, with a strong breeze
Humidity Level: Satan’s upper lip
Warm-up: 2 times around the pond
- Hot Potato- split up into 2 teams. Each team gets a high tech, handheld running torch (aka a flashlight). Going around the pond, each team goes around the pond in opposite directions. When you meet a member of the opposite team you hand off the torch, and this repeats each time two opposing members meet. At a time designated in YHC’s brain the holder’s of the torches would be the receives of a consequence at the end of the game. At the end of the game the winning team got to choose a number 1 or 2 which corresponded with an exercise. Result: Team Splinter (winners) duck walked the parking lot to the flag. Team Snowden (big losers) had to lunge walk the distance.
- Musical Chairs- While the QIC set up for the next game by placing sheets of red paper around the parking lot, each with their own exercise, Peg took over to lead the pax in some exciting side straddle hops. We then began running around the parking lot route. When YHC called time, the pax had to run to the next sheet of paper. The last person running took the remaining sheet and did the exercise for during the next round. The runners began running again, rinsing and repeating adding a new leg/core exercise each time to the group not running. Once you were out you rotated through the provided exercises so you weren’t doing the same thing the entire time.
- Exercises that were introduced included: mountain climbers, high plank, squats, LBCs, toe taps, and burpees
- Due to time we had 5 runners that didn’t have to do exercises.
Devo: Horatio Spafford was a rich land owner in Chicago in the 1860s. He was a devout Christian, and had a wife and 5 children. He also owned a lot of land along Lake Michigan. The Great Chicago fire wiped out a lot of his land. Around the same time his son died of Scarlet fever. After a year, he decided to take his family to England for a vacation to help counter the tragedy they dealt with. At the last minute Horatio stayed back for business, but sent his wife and 4 daughters on. The boat they were on was hit and sank. All 4 daughters died. His wife sent him a note telling him. He immediately set sail for England. When he arrived to the point where the other ship sank, he looked out at the waters and was inspired to write the words for It is Well with My Soul:
- When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
- Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
- My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
- For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
- But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
- And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
He had the reassurance of God’s plan that he and his family would be together again. How strong is your faith and relationship with God?
Moleskin: It’s always a fine line of getting in miles and staying engaged at the running AOs. I’ve been leaning toward less miles and more competition/engaging in the run lately. Both of these activities need a little tweaking, but I think they may show up at Tremor. I liked that it took your mind off of the running, but also forced you to speed up and slow down based on the needs at that time. 2.5 miles in 45 minutes isn’t a lot, but unlike what Cake suggests, it’s not always about “going the distance.” On a positive note, the geese heard we were coming and only a small gaggle were there. When the men came a running, they got out of the way. Take that lower species! No one is watching War for the Planet of the Geese. Humans took back the AO. Humans. Win.
Quote of the day: “F3P” –Snowden