8 PAX came together bright and early to kick off the JOC workout on June 6th.
I was a bit apprehensive when Sapper asked me to Q as I had never posted at the JOC previously. This would be the first workout I would Q site unseen (literally).
There were no FNG’s so a quick disclaimer was given and we got after it (the workout, not the disclaimer).
20 SSH IC
12 Windmills IC
12 Cherry-pickers IC (Apache pointed out that no one picks cherries in any way resembling the “cherry-picker” exercise. After a momentary existential crisis, we continued with the warm-up)
Stretch left, right
Left over right
Right over left
12 Imperial walkers IC
15 Hillbilly walkers IC
We then moseyed to top of parking lot and worked our way down each row of parking spaces, doing the following exercises, one at each end of the parking lot.
20 squats IC
20 LBC’s IC
10 CDD IC
20 Lunges OYO
20 big boy sit-ups OYO
We then moseyed over to the power station. My unfamiliarity with the site was about to bite me in the butt (literally) as the area had standing water and the mosquitoes that come with it. My apologies to the PAX for any and all bites endured.
We then did peoples chair with merkins each from one end to the other before we got the heck out of there.
Then we moseyed back up the hill to the traffic circle in front of the BMX park and partook in what I’ve come to refer to as the “WhiteHat Arm Burn”. This includes a string of arm exercises in performed in cadence without lowering ones arms:
- Arm circles forward
- Arm circles back
- Overhead arm circles (chinooks)
- Overhead presses
- Overhead claps
- Moroccan night clubs
- Forward claps
- Seal claps
We then lined up facing away from the BMX center and executed “Walk like an Egyptian” towards the upper parking lot for two rotations.
As we continued our journey to the upper parking lot, I shared about a major change that happened in my life recently:
For 12+ years I served in the media ministry at my church. Over time I had become disconnected with almost everyone there because I was effectively hiding from them all in the sound booth. Serving in this ministry for so long brought me to the point of exhaustion as it had become a job to me. I showed up, did what had to be done, and went home. No praise. No worship. No learning. No growth. Just work. From my perspective, I was the best person to do the job and no one person could replace my knowledge and experience. As the congregation deserves the best possible product of the ministry, I believed that I was relegated to carry the burdens of this ministry. Forever. One day I was approached by a church staff member and the unthinkable was proposed: I could leave the media ministry to serve in (of all places) the children’s ministry. It wasn’t a painless process but I was free of a major hindrance to my spiritual life. I’ve always been averse to change but this one was hugely positive for me and has allowed me to reconnect with my brothers and sisters in Christ and renew my relationship with God himself.
I then read from Ecclesiastes 3:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
This tells us all that what might be good and right for us today might not be good and right for us tomorrow, next month, or next year. We have to be open to God’s will for our lives, even if it means changing what we do and who we are.
By this time we arrived a the upper parking lot for some 4-corner abs, visiting each corner and performing one of the following exercises Flutters, Hammers, Dolly’s, Freddie’s, Rosalita’s before heading back towards the BMX center.
On our way back we we able to fit in some sprints back and forth to complete our workout.
Then it was back to COT for the count-o-rama, name-o-rama, announcements (Hog & Coyote, read the newsletter), Prayer/praise, and a quick prayer to wrap everything up.
As always, it is an honor and privileged to lead my brothers on any given occasion. It occurs to me that being a QIC is a sacred duty for us. Instead of saying “I have to Q at…” we should be saying “I GET to Q at…”. As leaders leading leaders, we should be chomping at the bit for the next opportunity to Q, not sitting back passively waiting for a site Q to ask us. Just my two cents.
Until next time (this Saturday at Camino del Rio) WhiteHat out!