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October 14th, 2022 By Spud

10/12/22

Step Show

AO: OCT

QIC: Mayhem

Pax: Mayweather, Buzzkill, Sandtrap, Spud, Tombstone, Mountie, Fire Chicken, Scooter, LMU, Popeye, Wildcat, PR, Luther, Catfish, Bird Dog

Warm-O-Rama:

Carolina Courts

SSH x 20

IST x 20

Arm Raises x 20

Mountain Climbers x 20

Arm Circles 

The Thang

Take steps and Mosey to Top of New Deck

7-1 ladder

Mike Tyson’s & Low Flutters

Mosey down steps to Wells Fargo Wall

10 Single Leg Squat Each Leg

10 Tricep Dip

X 2

10 Step Ups in cadence 

10 Merkins 

X2

Mosey to Bum Wash

Howling Monkeys

5 in cadence all the way around 

Move to Rotary Shelter

50 quick steps in cadence 

20 bicycles 

Cut in half for round 2

Mosey to New Deck

Run your choice of stairs to top

5-1 ladder 

Lunge – London Bridge

Back down steps to OCT for Mary

Moleskin:

Lot on my mind, but not much time. 

It ALL starts with the first step. 16 men did just that this morning. 

Tombstone started early. I passed him on my way in. I saw a blinking light as I was approaching Corban. Thinking it was probably one of the many people I regularly pass on the way in, I thought, hmm, someone got a new safety light. Alas, it was Tomby…getting it in early…..STEPP’N! 

THAT MOTIVATED ME

Time to get my butt in gear and start putting up some miles! 

You guys MOTIVATED me! Did some different things and veered from the norm. As always, you belly ached and moaned, but did it like champs. We all did it together, laughed a lot, and all got better because of it. 

Howling Monkeys anyone?

We named an FNG, welcome, Bird Dog! We are still confused on how we came up with your name, but judging how you stepped up and stayed with the pack, the old saying holds true, “That dog will hunt!”

Whatever you’re going through, going after or going around, keep stepping until you reach your definition of success. Then step up and help someone else. 

Read the lyrics to this Avett’s song, listening to it is even better. Keep getting better and keep stepp’n!

High Stepp’n by The Avett Brothers

I’m a high steppin’, high bettin’

Love givin’, I’m a love gettin’

I’m a stranger, I love stretchin’ out my wheels

Overnightin’ on the desert strip

Makin’ time and losin’ grip

Drivin’ circles in the canyons of my mind

I’m an outsider lookin’ in

I got a perfect square for a circle of friends

It’s the four of us against the rest of you

But really I am all alone

I’d sell ’em out to save my own

I told them that but they don’t buy the truth

I’m a high steppin’, high bettin’

Love givin’, I’m a love gettin’

I’m a stranger, I love stretchin’ out my wheels

Overnightin’ on the desert strip

Makin’ time and losin’ grip

Drivin’ circles in the canyons of my mind

Well it’s warfare out there, folks

You’re either working for success

Or to be rich or, God help us, famous

Or you’re working against the clock just to stay afloat

Got your nose all scraped up from the grindstone

You’re digging for diamonds and only finding rhinestones

Meanwhile it’s August and the tax man has never heard of summer vacation

You’re either working on yourself or you’re lookin’ after babies

Takin’ care of your old man or your old lady

And the direct line to the hospital just says “Leave a message”

See, you can only live one day at a time

Only drive one hot rod at a time

Only say one word at a time

And only think one thought at a time

And every soul is alone when the day becomes night

And there in the dark if you can try to see the light

In the most pitch black shape of the loneliest shadow

Well then you ought to sleep well

‘Cause there’s hope for sure

Well I don’t know about all that being true but

I do know this

The best beggars are choosers

The best winners are losers

The best lovers ain’t never been loved

And first place ain’t easy

The hardest part is believing

The very last word is love

I’m a high steppin’, high bettin’

Love givin’, I’m a love gettin’

I’m a stranger, I love stretchin’ out my wheels

Overnightin’ on the desert strip

Makin’ time and losin’ grip

Drivin’ circles in the canyons of my mind

In His Steps,

Mayhem