Free Fitness Movement. All you need to do is show up!
Ayo, Imma make this quick.
Exactly a year ago today, I stepped in as co-leader of NP5280, as Lt. Dan had made his decision to step into a different role within the tribe. We had talked about it, I knew it was coming, but I was still overwhelmed. A year later, I’m still overwhelmed, and continue to be on a bi-weekly basis.
Today’s blog is brought to you by the bearded man in Fort Collins that loved this shit so much that he decided to start it there. If you haven’t met him on the few occasions that he’s been here, I feel bad for you. It’s rare, but when he shows up he brings that funk like nobody else, and melts right into the core of this tribe. Of course, I’m talking about Mr. Hans Tishmack!
Here’s what you need to know for this Friday:
Location: Fitness in the City (1212 Delaware)
Time: 5:58am. There is only ONE group. Do. Not. Be. Late.
You must run/walk/bike/skip/rollerblade (someone, please?) at least 1 mile to and from this workout. If you show up in a vehicle, you will not forget it. Was anyone in Boston on the Friday that Claire Wood parked on Summit Ave the first morning of the Chris Marshal Rule? Yea, we can do that too. That was a threat- but the friendly kind. This workout might be a little longer than the rest of the ones we have planned for Friday given all the fancy equipment involved, so keep that in mind on your commute.
(so maybe I left the memory card at home this morning and won’t be home until late tonight. So maybe we’ll just use today’s photos as tomorrows hype, and maybe instead we can stop thinking about how ridiculously good looking we are for once and show some love to our sexy sister city NP-NOLA. Here’s to you NP-NOLA. Here’s to you.)
DENVER NOTES
So this blog was supposed to happen Wednesday, but somehow the workout pics automatically uploaded to the socials. Damn you, Zuckerberg. Damn you! Actually, don’t damn Zuckerberg, not even a little bit. It’s cool, bro. Stuff happens sometimes. Stuff happens ALL the time! Over which we often have very little control.
If you’ve been hanging around November Project for a while, you’ve no doubt seen or heard #RaceEverything. It gets thrown around as a cheer or a mantra that encourages people to dig deep, and go hard all the time. It encourages people to go to the well and find that extra drop of effort. You’ve no doubt heard it, but you’ve not heard it from me.
Nomads and Minnows
Right now you’re saying, “Nomads?” Wtf, Woody. We were fucking sharks, dude. Sharks and minnows, man. Nomads don’t give a shit about baby fish!
I know. Follow me for a minute.
This morning was extra solid. Solid in a way that just makes you feel good about what this thing is and where it’s going. West, maybe. I hear there’s gold in them thar hills! Except YOU’RE the gold, and you’re here, not there, wherever that is. Still following?
My dear sweet Denver tribe,
Thank you for welcoming me back, despite having a choice. I’d like to keep this super serious, since we all know November Project runs on straight faces, dumb workouts and no jokes. I’d like to thank Woody and Sarg for doing a good job of pretending to hold down the fort for the last two months while I secretly ran things from afar. A lot of things have changed since I’ve been gone: Turbo and Country grammar did not have a running themed wedding, Pace met a man so enamored by her he drove her 6 hours to see her first bison, there was a documented picture of Stacey Cha smiling, and Chad left the country for the first time- when asked for a trip report, he shrugged his shoulders, looked off into the distance and said, “medium”. On my end, I flew around the world on a single trip to China for which American Airlines kindly rewarded me with a $12 voucher- aka “enough money to cover a gross airport salad- before tax”, ate at all four of my favorite burrito stops in Boston in a two day trip, was asked to do some “reorganization” in a hippie cult in Telluride based on my resume of leading non-cult fitness tribe they heard of in Denver and faked my way into the exam room of way too many poor forsaken souls at a medical center in the depths of the San Juan’s. Cool, now that we’re caught up I have some things to tell you.
NP when we met you there was fitness unknown
We got so much faster and our glutes have grown
We were soft outside
Our pants were barely hanging on
You do something to us that we can’t explain
Hug me closer, let’s go workout in the rain
Every Supernova Donkey
We got something going on.
This morning was awesome! SO many newbies, an oration on the existential benefits to your personal relationships via the Tribe by MikeBell (1 word), love goat kicks, and celebrating the impending nuptials of THE original of originals, Daniel J. Bertellllettttti and his lovely bride to be Julia Griffith, who has a delightfully easier name to spell.