Conditions: 62F – Foggy and very Humid
Commentary: 14 Pax assembled in the warm, foggy gloom for a Tabata beatdown. Great to have Uber attending his 3rd work out in less than a week and WELCOME to Old Ball Coach, back home for the holidays, from Davidosn.
Is this really late December? Warm, humid and foggy? After a short warm up, we headed to brick city for a sweaty beatdown Tabata-style.
Disclaimer and Warm Up
- SSH X 25 – in cadence
- Imp Walkers X 15 – in cadence
- 5 Burpees - OYO
- LBC X 20 – in cadence
- 5 Burpees - OYO
Mosey to Brick City – Karaoke and Backwards running along the way
Get bricks and blocks
COP for Tabata work out: - 8 sets @ 20 secs w/10 sec breaks
- With blocks: Curls
- With Bricks: Kick Backs
- With blocks: Goblet Squat
- Big Boy Sit ups
- With Blocks: Chest Press
- With Blocks: Dips
- Russian Twists – with 2 Bricks
With bricks: On Six – V-Ups X 15 OYO
Mosey back to the field to COP
- LBC – IC X 30
- Iron Cross – IC X 20
- Welcome to Old Ball Coach, from Davidson NC – Hartsville native!
- Need Q’s for January – sign up
- New Year’s Eve Convergence – Darlington has the Q @ WarZone, 0530
- Several people are signing up for the GoRuck Tough event in Charleston on Feb 12th.
The Touch of the Master's Hand
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?"
"Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three…" But no,
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,
And going and gone," said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the Master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game — and he travels on.
He is "going" once, and "going" twice,
He's "going" and almost "gone."
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
© by owner. Added by volunteers for educational purposes and provided at no charge.Dmca
Myra Welch would say that she heard a speaker address a group of students on the power of God to bring out the best in people. She said she herself became filled with light and that “Touch of the Master’s Hand” was written in 30 minutes!.
The finished poem was sent anonymously to the editor of her local church news bulletin. She felt it was a gift from God and didn’t need her name on it.