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Warmarama: mosey to starting line.
YHC had previously advised the PAX to show up early if they needed to stretch or warmup, in order to give the PAX the maximum amount of time to get the work in.
The one and only thang: traditional Murph
1 mile run
1 mile run
Shout-out to @Commodore and @Underoos for finishing strong and pushing to the end.
All the PAX put forth a tremendous effort on the first AO of the summer. The weather was hot and humid, perfect conditions for a Murph.
June 23: @Underoos VQ #fort-pain
June 25: @Night Light VQ #musclebeach
June 26: convergence in nolensville, clown car logistics to be posted on slack
June 26: 20 mile overnight ruck, details in #roughnecks or ask @Cosmo
June 28: USMC PFT at #murphmonday
There will be a special prize to the PAX who complete all three events.
June 29: 5k baseline race at #uprising
July 10: launch of Columbia AO, @2Buck is AOQ
@Pancreas family vacation to Kansas for family reunion, travel safety and family relationships
@2Buck job interview on Wednesday
@Singlet serving at VBS all week
Prayers for all the PAX traveling
Prayers for all the PAX that have been absent
@Cosmo baptism on Sunday
@Three’s Company 2.0 grew closer to God at church camp last week
YHC shared the poem that he reads to his sons every night.
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
Soul Glo out