Welcome to taper week.  Where the miles are less, the effort is less, and even the Q responsibilities are less????  Well one thing that is taper-proof is the mumblechatter.

0530 the gang is all here but not really assembled

0532 let’s roll

Mosey to front of school for some warmorama:

• Windmill Change that to carrot puller or whatever the heck we are calling it this week.  x10ic
• SSH x 10ic
• IST x 10ic

The thang:   Q preblasted a tapering promise of 2 miles, stretching and something like 13.1 merkins.  What ha-happened was….

• Mosey to back lunch pit.
• Steps ups x 20 each leg
• Downward dog and pigeon both legs
• Mosey to ROTC pull up bars
• Try to get to ROTC area but realize every gate is locked.  Mosey toward the neighborhood playground but then partial pax mutiny.  So let’s do some Windmill x10ic
• Pax figures out an alternate route to get to ROTC area (#straythecourse) so we mosey around track and field house and through a mud bog but finally make it to the ROTC pull up bars.
• The Force December workout of the day:  Mini-Murph — 10 pull ups, 20 merkins, 20 (or 30) squats.  Audible for those needing to
• Mosey back the way we came……and to be sure, check each gate again to see if they indeed were locked (they were).
• Mosey to bus lot for Mary

Mary

• LBC x 20ic
• Low Flutter x 25ic (9 Lives)
• WW2 Situps x 10 ic (Tantrum)
• Homer to Marge until recover recover (Talking Heads)

COT:  prayers continued for The Force’s mom as well as the family

Tapering moleskin (sounds like a way of saying “circumcision” doesn’t it)

• #Tclaps or #cobains for YHC tapering his Q duties depending on how you look at it.   YHC phoned it in.  But I delivered on 2 miles and stretching.  Honestly it is tough to Q a workout designed not to go all out.
• Speaking of which, the account above seems a bit lite.  I think I left some exercise out.
• We accommodated all.  Got the Force daily workout in.  Didn’t further injure broken collar bones nor “80 year old man toes”
• In the early days of Titan we used to hit those pull up bars and baseball fields quite a bit.  When the AO moved we lost that.  I’m thinking the nostalgia vibe was hitting Tantrum as he was going to get to those pull bars come hell or high water.  At one point he even denounced playgrounds….. that’s F3 sacrilege.
• Talking Heads “liked” the PB and a confirmation tweet so YHC took that as an “HC”.  When he showed up he said he literally fell asleep holding his phone when he was searching PB’s and may have accidentally hit “like”.  But he posted nonetheless !
• Thank you Vandelay for the opportunity to Q this morning.  I’ll run it back on a non-tapering week and we’ll do some good stuff.  We’ll hit up the hub-and-spoke and finish with some Dominoes.
• We were on our 6’s doing Mary performing Mary exercises.  9 Lives then pointed out a satellite orbiting overhead.  It was a clear morning and the stars were plenty for a normal Huntersville morning.  We all stopped and looked.  The pax got back at it but YHC was enthralled. It was simple but it was cool.  There it was, the Sky Q’s handy work of creation, the immensity of the heavens with stars as far as time and space can go.  And dwelling with them was a satellite created by humans.  It shows that, as small as we may be, we are invited by Him to live out that story of creation as it unfolds.
  • So here is what I learned today:   those moments are all around us.  They are there to be seen if we only allow ourselves to see them.  That means opening ourselves up to something greater (hey isn’t that the 3rd F?  why yes it is).  So be like 9 Lives and when you see something amazing, point it out.  At worst, someone may be like “meh”;  most likely someone will acknowledge it and join your enthusiasm;  they definitely will come to know you more by you opening up and revealing something that caught your eye/ear/etc;  but and this is the big but…. you may just open them up to the one thing they need more than all (that the big Sky Q by the way in case you aren’t picking up what I’m putting down) and you brought joy, peace, and awe to an otherwise busy life lived in a rat race with your head down and eyes on your own paper.