Today we’re saying farewell to two of our Intrepid fam, both known for their skills in the art of smart-assery. Kara is moving to the windy city for work and Tom will be deploying to Afghanistan for a year. Goodbyes are always bittersweet. Feelings of good will, well wishes, and pride for those leaving are tempered with sadness for what our gym will be missing with them gone.
Kara started with us back in late May this year. She’s made leaps and bounds in all her PRs and we’re all so proud of her accomplishments thus far, which includes participating in the impromptu Whole 30 Challenge in September no less! She’s fully committed to keeping up her dedication to fitness at her soon to be new box in Chicago and we’re looking forward to seeing her post PRs on our page! Keep in touch Kara and safe travels!
Tom, AKA Tomfoolery or Booty, the recent winner of the Intrepid Halloween Costume Contest, leaves today to serve our country in Afghanistan. Tom started with us back in January and was adopted into the fam instantly. For those of you who know Tom, it’s no surprise that he dedicates his life to making the world a better place for all of us, whether he is protecting and serving the community, going above and beyond to help fellow Intrepids in times of need, or cheer up a fellow athlete with his wicked humor. Paul found this beautiful poem that sums up the admiration and respect that we all have for Tom for being a man of action, a man who makes sacrifices to make all of our lives better. Be safe, Tom, and come home soon!
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Board Press 10×3
HA Farmer Carry