Warmup
Cherry pickers, WMH, Hamstring, Quads, Imperial Walkers, Arm circles, 4 SSH
Buy-in
100 burpees. Early finishers can help others finish.
First – Hill Elevens
Bottom of hill = Peter Parkers
Uphill mode = Politicians
Top of hill = Diamond merkins
Downhill mode = Duck walk
Low boat hold till the 6
Second – ARMRAP Cone of Pain
10 cone-facing burpees
Low plank walk around the cone
Low squat walk around the cone
1/2/3 PAX continuously lunge walk to another PAX and trade places
Announcements
6/10: 2ndF lunch at Jonathan’s
6/19: 2ndF event at Ragdoll’s house
6/26: Convergence
6/26: 20 mile night ruck
Prayer Requests
Underoo’s mother inlaw battling illness
Foosball’s workplace influx with people leaving
Backblast – Healing Through Acceptance
Claude AnShin Thomas suffered for years from the trauma of war as a Vietnam combat veteran. He is now a Zen Buddhist monk. He recounts his story:
I suffer from a disturbed sleep pattern that has been a part of my life since a nighttime attack in Vietnam in 1967. Since that time, I haven’t slept for more than two consecutive hours in any one night. . . . My sleeplessness became the central symbol of my not-all-rightness, of my deepest fears that I would never be all right. . . .
Part of the reason I had difficulty sleeping was because of my night terrors: the sounds of artillery firing in the distance, of helicopters on assault, that special look of everything illuminated by artificial light, the sounds of small arms fire, of the wounded screaming for a medic. For me, this is what rises up out of the silence at night. I hated the sun going down. I fought and struggled with my inability to sleep, and the more I fought, the more difficult the nights became. So I turned to alcohol and drugs for relief, but my suffering just got worse. . . .
Some years after getting sober, I was standing at the kitchen sink in my cottage, washing dishes. Through a window I was watching a squirrel busy doing whatever it is that squirrels do, when I had a powerful experience. A voice inside me, the voice of awareness, said to me, “You can’t sleep, so now what?” I began to laugh. It was a moment of complete acceptance. I finally understood that I just was how I was. To resist was in fact making matters worse, and now I understood that I simply needed to learn how to live with the reality of who I was. In this moment I discovered that it was here, in the midst of suffering and confusion, that healing and transformation can take place, if I can stop trying to escape.
And I’m not special, you know. You can do this, too. You can face your own sorrow, your own wounds. You can stop wanting some other life, some other past, some other reality. You can stop fighting against the truth of yourself and open to your own experience. You can just feel whatever is there, exploring it, until you discover the liberation that comes with stopping the struggle and becoming fully present in your own life. This is the real path to peace and freedom.
@Rudolph out.