13 seekers heeded the call. Playlist, check. Sunrise, check. Cool summer breeze and a guided meditation, also check.
Warmarama on the hill, Bernie up and do some reps (downhill facing mirkins, downhill facing LBCs, downhill facing plank jacks), mosey down then Bernie back up to make sure we saw the colors on the horizon.
Mosey to the circle for a triple check Coachella style with some Slayyyyter blasting. Jump squats, WW2s and timer on the loop.
Around the bend for a Pigskin special, wall sits with Muhammad Alis, Balls to the Wall, donkey kicks, repeato x3 with dirty hookups on the back end. Last Call “did not sign up for this.” True, but we were born into this life and must walk the path of destiny laid out for us. Even if it involves Australian mountain climbers.
To the amphitheater for some box jumps.
Then – 15 minutes of guided meditation by Ram Dass. Cool breeze on our skin, sun in our eyes, birds in the sky, nothing but breath and breath alone.
Mosey back to the flag for COT.
It is certainly an age of distraction in the current day’s attention economy. The hardest it has ever been to focus, to listen to something real, to find the breath and find peace. The ultimate challenge. And for just a few minutes this morning we were locked in, bro code with the breath. It was a beautiful thing, thank you for being there and for just being.