In many colleges freshman learn how to row in 30+ year old boats made by the Pocock Racing Shell Company of Seattle, Washington. These heavy wooden boats have beautiful Pacific NW Cedar Skins on top of wooden frames. They’ve been around so long they have earned the affectionate nickname – Cedar Speeders. The one reason they are still in service is the constant care and maintenance showered on them by each boathouse. Take care of your equipment and it will take care of you.
For our last workout of the year, we are going to clean all the machines that have helped us build much bigger CrossFit motors this winter. Also anyone who has made a single Wednesday night practice needs to sign the 2012 Denver Indoor Team Championship erg.
Great job this year!
Way to “fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run”.
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IF
Rudyar Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
