Something Wrong at RAnGEr

The BackBlast:

A baker’s dozen of RAnGEr’s class roster: degenerates, ne’er-do-wells, hooligans, scofflaws, et al, conspired to do good. This conspiracy to do good was misspent energy on bad idea. Insults were immediately hurled. Obscenities were commonly used. Clothes, shoes, and hair were objects of humiliating taunting. No special interest group was safe. Preferred pronouns were not allowed. Ridicule, scorn, contempt, disdain, disparagement, mockery, and immense laughter at another’s expense were the brotherly love tools used, this morning. #classic

Oh yeah, fast 4+ mile downtown loop, plus Mothership ramp and stairs, plus only two exercises, repeated many times. Some unnamed overachievers (Bulge, Gold-digger, Gitmo) did extra credit for higher mileage. No announcements and no prayer requests, as neither are allowed at RAnGEr. Closing prayer concluded the event. That is all.

Fitting for RAnGEr crowd, here’s daily reminder to be the Man in the Arena from the always quotable Theodore Roosevelt, 1910, post-presidency, post-African safari that almost killed him, during a tour of Europe, from the Citizenship in a Republic speech, to a Paris audience, he said:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”