67 years ago today, father was born.

I thought it appropriate to dedicate the Weinke to my old man. We would honor a man who shaped me. He influenced my life and left an impact that many others did not. He didn’t always get it right… but he was there and he tried. 

His birthday was 12.10.1954. Today he is 67. I texted him at 0430 to tell him he was old.

UHAUL asked what the music choice should be, and I told him my dad like Toby Keith. So we kicked it off with “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue.”

Side note: I’ve never once Q’ed at The Hive and it not rain. This morning was no different. And it was glorious.

COP

67 SSH IC

Weinke

Suicide Circuit – Do prescribed number of reps, run to next row of parking spots and back. Work your way up and work your way back down. 12 reps, run. 10 reps run farther. And so forth.

First Set

12 Bicep Curls (each side)

10 OH Press (each side)

19 Goblet Squats

54 Flutters w/KB Pressed

Plank for the six

Second Set (Rain picked up here…)

12 Halos

10 Bent Over Rows (each side)

19 KB Lunges (each side)

54 Around the World

Al Gore for the six

Third Set

12 Burpee Snatch (6 each side)

10 Turkish Get Ups (5 each side)

19 Kid Launch (AKA ½ UHAULs)

54 LBC’s w/Bell

Walk back breathless to COT.

Mary

American Hammer IC x 10

NMM

While holding an Al Gore I asked the men to share one thing that their dad did well. It wasn’t exactly the most positive conversation. Upon reflection – I get it. I spent the majority of my twenties trying to figure out what I could be mad at my father about. Turns out – and I’ve prayed/talked/read a LOT about this – my dad did a pretty good job. And being on this side of fatherhood with four 2.0’s makes me appreciate what my father did one-hundred fold. We the PAX know that fatherhood is NOT an easy path. And we have to continuously focus on it, lest we leave a negative imprint on our children that will last throughout their lives.

Whatever we do to/with/for/against our kids will be something they navigate throughout their existence. We are in a position to make or break them. My dad jokingly calls me Isaac (as in Old Testament Patriarch) and tells me I need to take what he has built and grow it more.

My father did many things right. He did many things wrong, too. But the good far outweighed the bad. And if we really focus on the good things… even if the minority… I believe our perspective and outlook can shift.

The one thing that has left a lasting impact on me is that he always ended every conversation with the words “I love you.” To have a dad who said that to me that often is…. quite rare… I’ve found. What if we all told our children we loved them every day – if nothing else? What could that do?

The workout was wet and methodical today. Thanks to Airborne for tapping me to lead.

Punch List out.