AO: ao_ol-dusty-trail
Q: Legs
PAX: Ricky Bobby, Disco, Xeric, Legs, Topless, Training Wheels, Flo, Monsanto, Friar Tuck, Amnesia
FNGs: None
COUNT: 10
WARMUP:
Just got into it.

THE THANG:
Walker the route along the park and neighborhood. Great convos and great fellowship.

MARY:
Burpees x15 OYO
American Hammers x 10 IC

ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Part 2 of Lonesome Dove
Summer Yeti ongoing

COT:
Q shared a poem on his mind.

“The Peace of Wild Things”
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

A good Psalm to pair with this is Psalm 19:1-4