Cab Ride to K0BENH@VEN

Big day out part VI. Forget about parts I-V. Upon return to the states, I have yet to digest what actually happened in DK. For a block of nearly 96 hours, including travel, the rotation of the earth appeared to key off the kinetic sweat from the kizmet kids up in Farum, Denmark. A crowd of 60 strong like a parade of colors made their way through through an expertly planned and executed certification spanning 72 calendar hours, 23 of which composed the training schedule. 'Twas a sight to behold, such a unique sea of faces and presence [to the toothless American, at least] come in step towards a glorious goal that saw them crossing the line in the sand that they drew with their very own feet.
Day one in DK was a bath in a murky fountain channeling jet lag runoff and anxiety. I feared a day at loss for travel plans could break my moto*, it did not. T1 was born under a blue sky that wept light moisture around the meadows that ensconced the Farum Park Hotel Sports Konference Center. Super dope facility that will have you pumped to have come to train AND kick it in the zero hours for tasty chow, as well as in the post work atmosphere of "UGH", accomplishment, and excitement for the moment it actually crescendos. Beyond the hotel, the village of Slangeruup houses the sports training center, a big block of rock with a nice lunch area, multiple offices on several floors and a room to serve as the CP for the training evolution. Assistants weighed in personnel, and snatch tests were administered. Not all faces cleared their numbers, and brief moments of mathematical mayhem stalled us for a half-step, but when Uncle Rif rocked the mic for swings, we knew it would be alright. This trip had some serious personal implications for me, and in order to avoid a shot clock violation, i'll say this: Thank you [John Pavel Rif Doug Mark John E. Nicole Kevin KJ Darlene(!)].
On a professional note, this cert was also unique in that the training manual celebrated it's 17th edition, while Pavel implemented a rewritten schedule for the 734th time. 734 is also the number of swings TRif has done since you started reading this post. Without a single misfire, or a real hassle from any angle, this cert served as a preview for the next age in the RKC, marked by streamlined efficiency, a patrol pack full of enabling and remedial drills, and password so you may login to your muscle software. If you are on the fence for any reason at all about attending the RKC, be it GMT-6 or Greenwich +1, or the homespun version held four times a year in St. Paul, you should know that the face melting guitar solo is about to begin. The twin eagles on our crest will spew fire upon your gut and emblazon upon your human flesh the tension/relaxation ratiator armor plate repluzor raygun. There is no sharper edge than the blade we wield, and no message more pure than the verbs and maneuvers we pipe ours with.

Team Will, Congrats.
Class of May 2008,
Slainte.

Carry On,
W2

*motivation