Dealer’s Choice & “The Hill We Climb” at FreeState

AO: #FreeStateQIC: @Horshack (PAX Q – Dealer’s Choice)

PAX: 4 – @Winston, @BlackDiamond, @Horshack, @CashOnly

Warm Up:
– SSH x 25 IC
– Imperial Walkers x 15 IC
– Mountain Climbers x 15 IC

– Cherry Pickers x 15 IC

– Arm Circles x 10 IC (small, then wide, forward, then backward)
– Michael Phelps x 15
– 3 laps around the blacktop (High Knees, Karaoke, and a sprint on the short sides)

The Thang:
– Mosey to Playground of Pain:

  • Bear Crawl around the perimeter set the tempo
  • Box Jumps
  • Dips
  • Incline Merkins

– Suicides on the Tennis courts – five stops
– Coupon-o-rama

  • Elf on a Shelf x 15 IC
  • Arm Extensions x 15 IC
  • Upright Rows with Stand Up x 15 IC
  • Curl and Lift x 15 IC

Mary:
– Windshield wipers over upright coupon x 15 IC

– Big Boy Sit Ups x 15 OYO

– Big Boi Sit Ups w/ a Twist x 20 IC

– Plank-o-Rama 10 Center, 10 right hand up, 10 Center, 10 left hand up, 10 Center

COT:

YHC, inspired by Amanda Gordon – yesterday’s Youth Poet Laureate – and recited the closing of her poem from the Inauguration called "The Hill We Climb"

"But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked: “How could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?” Now we assert, “How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?”

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised, but whole; benevolent, but bold; fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation, because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain, if we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy, and change our children’s birthright.

So, let us leave behind a country better than one we were left. With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limned hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it."

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