“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Can you be thankful when it’s 5am, 35 degrees out, and you’re being lead randomly about old mandeville without much of a clue as to your next move? You can when you’re you’re with with your F3 brothers. The trails we blaze take us, as indirectly as possible, to all the successes we endeavor to achieve. We come out for ourselves, for our brothers, and for all of the men who will follow. I was thankful for Captain Sparkles and Pelican, and I hope they were thankful for me in the frigid gloom.
The Thang
It was a tabata run-around this AM as we started out with 4 sets of SSH/30 seconds with 10 seconds rest in between each. The first mosey took us from the marsh to the lake front where we did another 4 set tabata, this time with 2 sets of merkins and 2 of burpees. By the way, the already thankful PAX was awed by the natural beauty of the clear star-light sky, which graced us with a shooting star (add that to the plethora I’ve seen since joining F3 in August). We proceeded back to the marsh and hit another 4 sets, 2 of IW and 2 of butt kickers. Onward to the trace to visit the trail head (recently christened “Grandmother’s House”) for 2 sets of LBCs and 2 Freddy Mercuries, then 2 squats ans 2 alternating lunges. Upon final descent back into the marsh, we nailed some planks, left planks, right planks and back to the beautiful planks we started with.
The Outro
We counted off, sounded off, and showed respect to each man braving the cold. Reflecting on our reasons to be out there and our thankfulness for said reasons, said brothers, we closed out in anticipation of what this beautiful day held for each of us.
Lagniappe
With the mileage tally for the beatdown sitting at and uneven 1.82 miles(or there-abouts), YHC joined Captain Sparkles, who will NEVER settle for mediocrity, on a little bonus mosey to round our total to an even 3 miles. Thanks, Cap, for always leading by example!
