Date: 2025-02-11
AO: theaerie
Q: Stewie
PAX: Chasqui, Trifecta, Stewie
FNGs: None
COUNT: 3
WARMUP:
Jog around the perimeter of the soccer field while passing soccerball, 4 corner warmup 1 lap two exercises at each corner
SSH + Michael Phelps
Batwings + Don Quiote
Cherry Pickers + Mountain Climbers
Plank Jacks + Worlds Greatest Stretch
THE THANG:
Round 1 Spider Web
Always bring the soccer ball and pass back and forth while moseying on the field. Start at 1 corner. Do exercise.
Jog the diagonal to center circle.
Bear crawl around the center circle. (Modified to break up bear crawls with lunges and air press walks) Jog the diagonal back.
Sprint to next corner and do exercise
Repeato.
Exercises:
1. Bonnie Blair’s
2. Bridge March
3. Jump Squats
4. Apollo Ohnos
Lap 1 completed. Planned for 2 with more exercises, but needed to keep the pace. So on to round 2.
Round 2
11’s on the hill
Head to the hill by the parking lot.
1 rep merkins at bottom
bear crawl to top and 10 squats
Crawl bear back down 2 merkins, 9 squats
repeato
Cut short halfway to keep the pace
Round 3
Ring of fire DNF due to time
MARY:
Escalator
Counterclockwise each PAX chooses 10x exercise to add to previous callout.
10x BBS (Stewie)
10x BBS + 10xBox Cutters (Chasqui)
10x BBS + 10x Box Cutters + 10x Pulp Fiction (Trifecta)
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
AAR: the site Seems great. 3 full size turf soccer fields, several hills, hiking trails, and friendly maintenance staff said its cool to exercise. Bonus…bathrooms are opened at 6am. Planned to continue Tuesdays for a few weeks and give others a chance to come out and see if we keep it going.
March 1, Sat 6pm-12pm…ARC ruck.
COT:
Importance of building a legacy and serving the community beyond your needs. Shared a poem:
The Bridge Builder
BY WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”

