YHC is a big fan of finding little things to be thankful for every day. Something new or different. Something unexpected. Something unique. Anything to keep me plugged into how blessed we are.
Blessings like a bathroom at Grandma’s house. Like a cool, crisp 43 degree morning. Like lunch dates with potential love interests. Like 7 HIM sharing a common experience and making themselves better. Like Zoolander’s encyclopedic knowledge of early-to-mid 90s Halloween and witchcraft movies.
Giving thanks was the name of the game today at granny’s.
Warmup (all 10 to 20 IC)
– Seal jacks
– Grass grabbers
– Torso twists
– Imperial walkers
– Arm circles
– Cherry pickers
Thang
Mosey around the lakefront, where we stopped intermittently to give THANKS: each exercise starting with the proper letter. T claps to Cowbell for picking up on the pattern quickest (I think).
T. T merkins (10)
H. Hallelujah squats (15)
A. Apollo ohno’s (10: 2 is 1)
N. Not-so-lazy boys (10)
K. Knuckle merkins (10)
S. SMC’s (10)
T. Traveler merkins (10 in a clockwise pattern)
H. Hip slappers (20: 1 is 1)
A. American Hammers (25: 2 is1)
N. Freak Nastys (15)
K. Kraken Burpee (5) – T claps to Steve for correctly guessing what was coming.
S. Step ups (20: 1 is 1)
T. Twinkle toes (20: 2 is 1)
H. Hand release merkins (10)
A. Alligator merkins (10)
N. Nutcrackers (10 IC)
K. Knuckle merkins (10) – Respect to JV and Slots (and maybe others) knocking them out on the concrete without gloves
S. Scissor kicks (20: 2 is 1) – or maybe it was flutter kicks, I can’t keep them straight.
The mosey back ended with one minute to spare, so Pax planked until the clock hit 0.
COT, Name-o-Rama, announcements, and prayer closed us out.
Here’s where I give thanks, not only this week, but every day for this group of (and all) HIM. Getting up before 5 to push harder with the vague goal of making ourselves better, however we want to define it, is never an easy decision, but it’s often the right one. I hope we continue to be able to take some time to give thanks for what God has blessed us with.
Like breath in our lungs to do Hallelujah squats in a circle in the middle of Girod street, like a cult worship, without getting hauled away to jail to “sleep it off.”
SYITG
