Thursday, March 11, 2021 | The Sandlot | Halleck Park AO | 5:30A | Weather: Breezy 32 degrees (Feels Like 27)

PAX: Turnover, Firewalker, Girl Dad, Pea Soup, Zorro, Swiper, and Wait Time.
QIC: Wait Time

YHC welcomed the PAX to Halleck Park. Thanks to Firewalker for allowing YHC to redeem himself after fartsacking the only other time that I was scheduled to lead the Sandlot. After sharing the Mission, Principles and Disclaimer, the PAX moseyed to the track on the west side of the park.

The THANG: Interval Stampede

300m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (10 count recovery)
300m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (10 count recovery)
300m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (10 count recovery)
200m (top gear) + 200m Mosey (5 count recovery)
200m (top gear) + 200m Mosey (5 count recovery)
200m (top gear) + 200m Mosey (5 count recovery)
200m (top gear) + 200m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
100m (top gear) + 100m Mosey (5 count recovery)
Mosey back to the shovel flag.

ANNOUNCEMENTS:
RESPECT POP-UP. Next #RESPECT pop-up is next Wednesday March 17. We will gather at 5:30 AM at Regency (Paradise Cafe). Chiclets is the QIC. We are trying something new this month. We are opening up the workout to “non-RESPECT” PAX who bring a 50+ year old FNG. We are trying to grow our segment of “RESPECT” PAX and thought this could be a way to attract FNGs in this age bracket.

PRAYERS:
RETWEET. Prayers for Retweet and his family after the loss of his mother.

COT: “The Station” Robert Hastings

A few years ago, a mentor read this poem before Sunday dinner. It made an impact on me. At that time in my life, I was best described as a “Climber” or “Striver” maybe to an unhealthy extent. There was no joy in my life. This poem made an impact. Felt really appropriate to share at the Sandlot – An AO focuses on running to a destination.

Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent. We’re traveling by passenger train, and out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile fall.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station. There sill be bands playing, and flags waving. And once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true. So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering … waiting, waiting, waiting, for the station.

However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

“When we reach the station that will be it!” we cry. Translated it means, “When I’m 18, that will be it! When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz, that will be it! When I put the last kid through college, that will be it! When I have paid off the mortgage, that will be it! When I win a promotion, that will be it! When I reach the age of retirement, that will be it! I shall live happily ever after!

”Unfortunately, once we get it, then it disappears. The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track.

“Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad. Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.

So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot oftener, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.

We ended in a prayer.

Grace & Peace,

Wait Time

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