200 reps for Fixed Gear

200 reps for Fixed Gear

QIC

Deliverance

AO

The Den

PAX

• Deliverance
• Jumanji
• Juul
• Kramer
• LeadPipe
• Lord Of The Dance
• Shiplap
• Strategery
• Truckin

Workout

Warm-o-rama

Yesterday was Fixed Gear’s 200th post, so this morning’s work was in his honor.

Motivators from 6
ROSSY
World’s Greatest Stretch
Abe Vigodas

Thang

Ran to Euclid Square Park. In teams, completed four random exercise cards at 25 reps each, with everyone completing every exercise.

Ran to Maple Park. Four new cards, 25 reps of each exercise.

Ran back to Lincoln for Mary

25 American Hammers
25 Scuba Buddhas
25 Peter Parkers
25 LBCs

COT

This morning at 5:50, I was sitting on the steps at Lincoln eating a banana, watching the sun come up over the trees. Truckin’ came over, and we were talking about how beautiful the morning was. He said he and his wife had been sitting on their porch this weekend watching the sunset, and he’d asked, “How many more days are we going to have like this?”

It made me think about Saturday night.

My band played in Kewanee, Illinois, and my drummer’s grandfather, Grandpa Stan, came to the show. He’s 91. He still owns the farm the Gingrich family bought in 1863.

Stan was dancing and hanging out with us until 1:30 in the morning. Then he wanted to go to another bar. So we did. When we finally got back to the farmhouse around 2, he had beers in the fridge and pizzas for us.

We sat on the porch of this beautiful old farmhouse, listening to the bugs and T. Rex’s The Slider on Grandpa Stan’s CD player. Inside, the house was full of artwork his late wife had made. He showed us her work and told us about their life there. They had built additions facing east so they could watch the sunrise. They put a window on the west side so they could watch the sunset.

They had literally made room in their home to appreciate the beginning and end of a day together.

I’m 48. My band has been together for eight years. In the beginning, we spent a lot of time together, going out, playing music, drinking more than we probably should have. Life gets busy, and those nights don’t happen as often anymore.

Sitting on that porch, I wondered how many more nights I would get like this with these guys. Then I looked at Stan, more than 40 years older than me, and wondered whether he was thinking something similar. How many more nights would his house be full of young people, music, pizza and conversation?

I don’t know what he was thinking. But I know I was grateful to be there.

The drinking wasn’t what made the night worth remembering. It was being with people who have been in my life for years. Still getting onstage. Still playing the Carl Perkins songs my grandma loved for a room full of young people. Still making new memories together.

We ended the show with Moon Mullican’s “Seven Nights to Rock.” Grandpa Stan got a night to rock at 91. And we all got a story we’ll be telling for a long time.

I don’t know how many more nights like that I’ll have. Or how many mornings I’ll get to sit on these steps and watch the sun come up with you guys.

But I had this one. And I’m glad I was paying attention.