Date: Saturday, 10/9/2021
PAX: @Captain Crunch (AJ), @Crack, @Crash, @SAGA
Conditions: Clear, cool autumn morning, fog dissipating as the flags were planted
Warm-Up: SSH 30 IC, Arm Circles IC small forward, small backward, large backward, large forward (10 ea), Tappy-Taps 10 IC, Abe Vigodas 10 IC, Quad Stretch 10 count each leg
Thang 1: Stations – 3 rounds
- Pull-ups – 15 reps
- Atomic Merkins – 20 reps
- Squats – 25 reps
Thang 2: East side 11’s – working from the traffic circle towards the pool, using the light poles. Burpees and merkins. End near pool building.
Thang 3: Dan Taylors – the PAX moseyed to Dan Taylor Alley, performed DTs from east to west.
Thang 4: The Tortuga Special – PAX moseyed to the monkey bars. Each PAX took a turn traversing the bars down and back while the rest held plank. Touching the ground required a restart.
Thang 5: Assault of Hoffa – as there was a large group of female Wheaton College students congregating at the top of Hoffa, the Q waited till near the end of the workout for this endeavor. The PAX performed reps at the base and then sprinted to the top.
- 25 Merkins
- 50 BBSU
- 75 Squats
As expected, @SAGA was recognized by the ladies…
Mary: As we had 3 minutes left upon returning to the flags, YHC led us in American Hammers (25 IC), Flutter Kicks (20 IC), and Boat/Canoe for time.COT: prayers for recovery from surgery, upcoming surgery, other health concerns of the PAX and families.
Moleskin: @Captain Crunch (AJ) closed us with Henry V’s St. Crispin’s Day speech from Shakespeare’s play, with slight adjustments. Read and enjoy:
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING HENRY V
What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Tar Pit:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, @Crash and @Crack, @Captain Crunch (AJ) and our beloved @SAGA
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Tar Pit now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.