AO: WoodstockRucks
When: 01/30/2021
PAX:
Number of Pax: 10
Pax Names: 8-Bit, Bonilla, Downward Dog, Dropbox, E-tool, Gut Check, Hass, Mouth-2-Mouth, Rambling Wreck, Scarlet,
Number of FNGS: 0
FNG Names:
QIC: Gut Check
Intro
Today we remember the life of Nelson Cooper, 50, Papa Smurf. Papa Smurf earned the PAX “respect” but lost his life too soon. His family runs the CoopStrong organization and annual run in his honor. Last year, YHC designed a ruck to honor him. Today we complete the 2nd annual F3C Coop Strong ruck.
Warm-o-rama
With rucks and 40-lb sandbags in tow, mosey to MARS station for disclaimer and the reading of portions of Papa Smurf ‘s obituary. Reminder that death is coming for us. Memento Mori.
The Thang
Ruck on for all exercises, 4 rounds
- 1/2 mile ruck with sandbag
- 25 Mountain Climbers (Rubicon)
- 20 Merkins
- 15 Sandbag Power Cleans
- 10 Thrusters
- 5 Burpees
Next we repeated the agony hill next to the amphitheater twice before returning for the buyout.
20 manmakers with ruck or sandbag.
COT
Prayers for Hooch, Stopwatch, and Downward Dog’s friend PJ, whose wife ended her life. She was a nurse working COVID patients.
Naked Man Moleskin
Death is coming. I hate that. Sometimes it overwhelms me. For some of us it will come too soon, like with Papa Smurf. Others of us will be glad to go after living long, happy lives.
But like the kings of the gloom we are, we must remember this–memento mori.
And in life we must be CoopStrong. The F3 Lexicon defines it as Infectious strength of spirit and manifestation of Perseverance. Be Coop Strong in life so you’ll be remembered in death.
YHC loves the song Abracadavers by The Classic Crime. It’s no coincidence it came on as YHC drove home this morning.
“It’s like I never had time to look away.B
Bodies stuck between death and decay,
And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way.
And every organ that I proudly neglected.
I’ve been arranged for the common collective.
Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected.
But it’s a shame we can be so blind.
Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
We’re all to blame,
For spending way too much time on ourselves.
A veil’s been pulled over my eyes.
Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived.
And savored through suffering
Than ever was through self-serving escape.
But it’s a shame we can be so blind.
Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
We’re all to blame,
For spending way too much time on ourselves.
And dust to dust!
Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
We’re all to blame,
For spending way too much time on ourselves.”