When we worked out? At Alcatraz? Like a week ago? Yeah… I’m just now writing the BackBlast… So sue me…

It was a beautiful morning and our numbers were strong (twitter marketing gets them every time), so 16 men gathered to get to work.

The Thang:
Warm up lap around the Park with some dynamic stretching mixed in.
Circle up for a few of each of the following:
SSH
Merkins
Squats
Moroccan Nightclubs, etc.

Having just returned from the P200, and having such a good experience on a relay team, I thought it would be fun to do a series of relays with the Pax…
– SO (!) we headed over to the hill, er, excuse me THE HILL on the back side behind the park and got into teams. Then we relay raced down THE HILL and back up while the Pax who were waiting did shoulder taps.
– Then over to the field for a hairburner relay with 50lb sandbags – waiting Pax for each realy did… um… stuff… Squats, plank, stood there, LBCs, etc.
– Backward run relay
– Bear Crawl Relay
– We repeated a few of these… then we wished we hadn’t, then we did some Mary…

NMM:
– ALWAYS some of the finest mumblechatter when you have BOTH Funhouse and Jekyll there. I love a good Jekyll Heckle…
– I told a couple of P200 war stories, and of course we gave a HUGE congrats to Jekyll for winning the damn thing!
– Best part of P200 is that there was an Easter message in it for me. My legs gave out about 16 miles in on my last leg of the course. I had 2 miles left and just was DONE. So, Slumlord jumped out of the van and did my last 2 miles (even though he was feeling ill). Then, later that day my teammates heard me call my daughter to tell her that it didn’t look good for us to get home in time for the Daddy-Daughter Dance that was going to be held at church that evening. (Geronimo, on our team, also was to be at the same dance) They heard the tears. Then, they told Geronimo and I that we had to abandon the team prior to the finish so we could get home in time. I was prepared to finish with the team. To share the drive back duties, etc. and to miss the dance. They were NOT going to have that. “Dad first”, they said.
So, in those two scenarios, something happened that I found Easter in. These Pax, my friends, the men I bonded with in the gloom and then on the race course, did something for me that I was unable to do for myself, but was to my great and undeserved benefit. Maybe you’ll think it’s a stretch to say this, but they acted as Christ would have, in my estimation. They did something for me that I had no ability to do on my own. They made possible for me something that I was going to have to try and make up for later. In much the same way that Christ did in Gethsemane and on the Cross… It was amazing. I felt loved. Accepted. Lifted. I was made better. It was awesome.
Yes, it may seem like a stretch to say that, but you didn’t see my daughter’s face when I walked into that room and started doing “The Chicken Dance” with her…

Helmet, out…