Circling the lot waiting on the M

THE SCENE:
Cold but festive.  The Park was decorated with Christmas lights.

F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER

Disclaimed

WARM-O-RAMA:
15 Daisy Pickers

15 Arm Circles

15 Imperial Walkers

THA-THANG: (context: Every good husband has spent his time in endless rotations in parking lots, waiting on the M inside.  It is mindless time, one that requires patience, and yet nothing like the workout experienced below:

(Rd 1 Every 4 parking space lines do 1 rep and increase by 1

(Rd 2 every  do 1 rep and increase by 1)

(Rd 3 every space do 1 rep and increase by 1)

Bear crawl to area 1

Squats reps 15, 66,132

Burpees 4, 10, 20

Mountain climbers 15, 45, 90

Bear crawl

SSH w side shuffles 15, 45, 90

Merkins 10, 36, 72

Run  1 lap  in between Round 1 and 2

Run  2 laps in between Rd 2 and 3

MARY:
1 min flutter kicks until time.

COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA:
3 Pax

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:

“Yet for your sakes He became poor.” 

—2 Corinthians 8:9

Do you see Him as on that day of heaven’s eclipse He did ungird His majesty?… Where sleeps the newborn King? Had He the best room in Caesar’s palace? Has a cradle of gold been prepared for him, and pillows of down, on which to rest His head? No, where the ox fed, in the dilapidated stable, in the manger, there the Savior lies, swathed in the swaddling bands of the children of poverty! Nor there does He rest long; on a sudden His mother must carry Him to Egypt; He goes there, and becomes a stranger in a strange land. When He comes back, see Him that made the worlds handle the hammer and the nails, assisting His father in the trade of a carpenter!… As for His food, He oftentimes did hunger; and always was dependent upon the charity of others for the relief of His wants! He who scattered the harvest over the broad acres of the world, had not sometimes wherewithal to stay the pangs of hunger? He who dug the springs of the ocean, sat upon a well and said to a Samaritan woman, “Give me to drink!” He rode in no chariot, He walked His weary way, foot sore, over the flints of Galilee! He had not where to lay His head. He looked upon the fox as it hurried to its burrow, and the fowl as it went to its resting-place, and He said, “Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man has not where to lay His head” (Luke 9:58). He who had once been waited on by angels, becomes the servant of servants, takes a towel, girds Himself, and washes His disciples’ feet! He who was once honored with the hallelujahs of ages, is now spit upon and despised! He who was loved by His Father, and had abundance of the wealth of affection, could say, “He that eats bread with Me has lifted up his heel against Me” (John 3:18). Oh, for words to picture the humiliation of Christ! What leagues of distance between Him that sat upon the throne, and Him that died upon the cross! Oh, who can tell the mighty chasm between yonder heights of glory, and the cross of deepest woe! Trace Him, Christian, He has left you His manger to show you how God came down to man.- 

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