Date: 7/12/23 | Location: Mount Olympus | Start Time: 5:15 | Temp: Gorgeous

Title: Mount O’s Ode to Schrute

PAX: (#) 12 Simmons, Tool Time, G String, Tenacious D, Double Dip, FNG Sully, Fun Dip, Uncle Jesse, Chernobyl, Harding, Dozer, LadyBug

Q: LadyBug


Prerunners: Chernobyl, Simmons

Ruckers: G-String, Fun-Dip, Double Dip, Tool Time

Smurph: Tenacious D

At 5:15, LadyBug welcomed the PAX to Mount Olympus, stating F3 stands for fitness, fellowship, and faith. He covered 5 core principles – it’s free, open to all men, always outside, led in a rotating fashion, and ends in a circle of trust.  He told them that we leave no man behind and no man where we found them. Ladybug stated the Mission Statement to plant, grow, and serve small workout groups for the invigoration of male community leadership.  He claimed not to be a professional and asked that PAX modify as necessary.  He asked if there were any FNG’s and there was one, Alex!

Warm a Rama:

– LadyBug had everyone do 10 Morrocon nightclubs because sun gods are boring. The PAX then did side straddle hops and tappy taps. 

– Pax then moseyed to the back parking lot for the pre-thing.

The Pre-Thing:

– LadyBug explained that the PAX will leave their coupons at the top of the hill and they will stay there. No coupons going up or down that hill this morning (thank God). 

– At the hill, the PAX did 11s with Bobby Hurleys at the bottom and kneeling overhead press with their coupons at the top. Chernobyl and Double Dip went on a tear and competed with each other to finish first. It was rather impressive. 

The Thing:

– After the 11s, the PAX came to the top parking lot and proceeded to crush an AMRAP circuit. They did the following workouts for 90 seconds at a time. 

– Halfway through my rows set, I looked down at the coupon and there was a LadyBug crawling across the top of it. (I will tell myself this was meant to happen and someone up above was looking out for us this morning.)


Alternating shoulder taps


Heels to heaven

Eagles wings (shoutout to G string for the half-coupons)


“Omaha” returned to the flags for Sarpy Slammers 

Name-o-Rama (see above list of PAX)

FNG’s: Alex, now known as Sully.


– Today’s workout was an ode to Schrute and notice that the AMRAP circuit workouts names spelled out RACHEL, the name of Schrute’s sister who passed 8 years ago today. 

– FNG Alex is now known as Sully

– Sarpy Swagger shirts order is out, check slack for more details. (A long discussion regarding sizing ensued, contact Chernobyl with all sizing questions).

– The Pit has a shovel pass next Saturday


– Prayers to Schrute and his family today as they remember his sister Rachel

– To all people fighting injuries, both physical and mental.


I have found myself posting consistently since I first joined in January. I have my usual spots where I like to post in Sarpy and I often see many of the same PAX who are posting with me. It has been such a blessing to have everyone there to support each other and of course to be able to chatter during the beatdowns. 

Starting in January though, I found myself comparing myself consistently to the HIM around me. At most beatdowns I attend, I am the youngest one posting. At age 25, I felt as though I should be dominating these beatdowns and pushing those around me. 

That first pre-run I did humbled me very quickly. In what felt like a bad fever dream, I finally stumbled into the parking lot at Sanitarium after I nearly didn’t make it back in time for the beatdown. I felt embarrassed, to say the least. I soon realized that I had been comparing myself to those PAX around me and becoming jealous of the level of fitness that they have.

My COT today has a big emphasis on a saying that I use with myself, as a teacher, and as a coach. “Comparison is the thief of joy.” I say this quite often with my students and players but rarely do I truly look to apply it in my own life. Oftentimes as men, we find ourselves pushing ourselves to be our best and this can lead to a toxic mindset sometimes where we compare ourselves to those around us. This is what I had been doing in my own life. 

At F3, I compared myself to the PAX around me and quickly became self-conscious of their fitness levels and their ability to dominate these workouts. At school as a teacher, I found myself beating myself up over bad lessons and comparing myself to our veteran teachers who seemed to have everything always under control. As a coach I found myself getting upset over poor practices or games where we did not get a result, and knit-picking myself to the point of loss of self-confidence. Oftentimes I would wonder, am I even cut out for this? or With a better coach, this team could be something very special. 

I’m recently married and have already found myself trying to compare myself as a husband to my peers who have been married for years and I find myself once again bringing myself down for my shortcomings in comparison to them. All of those practices were becoming toxic in my life and rather than using my peers as inspiration and motivation, I found myself beatdown as I was comparing myself to them. 

Comparison is the thief of joy. Comparing at F3, at work, at home, and in your daily life can take its toll. When done with a purpose in mind, comparisons can be a great barometer for success and growth. The only comparisons however that we should be making are not to our peers, coworkers, or idols, but instead to the person that we used to be. This can help us gauge growth and be able to build upon what we already have. Compare yourself to the person you used to be and soon you’ll find that growth has been happening all along. 


I prayed us out and just barely missed the storm that rolled in shortly after. 



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