After we got the disclaimer, welcoming and a generic COP out of the way, we began running the cul-de-sacs of Whitesnake’s hood, sans Whitesnake. We pondered why people go on shows like Naked and Afraid or climb Mt. Everest. Because it’s there? To push oneself to new limits? Because they are attention-hungry narcissists? Who really knows. Even just going out for a hike, you can get your arm stuck between a wall and a sizeable rock and have to cut your hand off to get outta there. Sometimes, you don’t make it back and you become a trail marker. Or you might have to eat your dead friends for energy to hike out of the Andes. Most of us gave permission to be eaten by the Pax. Banjo remained silent. We all began to see the wisdom in flipping Nike’s catch phrase from “Just Do It” to “Why Bother?” Might be a better idea to pack on the pounds and just stay home. But this lame philosophy was not for us, not today at least. We hit each cul-de-sac doing 5 merkins, 10 heels to heaven and 15 jump squats. We all made it back. Cannibalism was not required for this AO, not this week.
BTTF. Names. Numbers. No announcements. Well, actually, Pinto taught us how to do a “Triple Pump” I believe it was called: a new exercise brought from St. Louis by Uncle Eddie. Prayers: None declared, but the usual crew was on our minds. YHC took us out.
Moleskin: Comparison is the thief of joy. I find it’s easy to get bummed out when I compare myself to others, especially the talented, accomplished, well-read, disciplined men of F3. We should compare ourselves only to ourself yesterday. Just try to be a little better today than that guy was yesterday. Or as Salt Lick quipped, just try to suck a little less today. SYITG fellas!