Gym class was not a great time for me.
To understand exactly how painful grade school PE was back in my day, you must experience “Go, You Chicken Fat, Go.” Back in early 1960s, PE was all about preparing for and passing the Presidential Fitness Test, which was JFK’s youth fitness standards. “Go, You Chicken Fat, Go” was a ridiculous song written expressly for the Presidential challenge and sung by a guy named Robert Preston. Every single day during PE class, we did calisthenics as it blasted over the PA system on repeat. We’d do pushups, jumping jacks, squat thrusts, chinups, all while listening to this masterpiece – I think I’m finally realizing why I hated strength training and gravitated toward long distance endurance events for the bulk of my youth! We occasionally got to play dodgeball, and those were good days. Head shots were allowed and even encouraged. No PC stuff anywhere.
Well, it’s been 30 days, and the Primal Blueprint Challenge is now over. I don’t know about you, but I’m completely exhausted.
This happens every single time we do a challenge. I figure, since we’ll be running contests and awarding prizes and using lots of reader-created content, that I’ll have a month “off” to relax. Maybe get some stand-up paddling in, maybe take two weekly hikes instead of my usual one, maybe finally work on banishing excess stress from my life… but no. The contest rolls around and I find myself immersed in it. My actual workload is lighter and what work I have is easier, but I can’t tear myself away from the contest. I’m up late reading comments, thinking up new contests, tracking people’s progress, working on brain teasers. You guys, I gotta say, are engrossing. From the regulars running through the contest for the third time to the beginners still flabbergasted that they can “really eat butter, eggs, and bacon,” it’s a joy to behold people discovering, rediscovering, and getting excited about this Primal way of life. In a way, it renews my excitement.
I’d like to thank the 13 groups who participated in the Grokfeast Challenge this year. Your level of creativity, commitment, and enthusiasm serves as a hallmark for Primal living at its best. It’s been an immense pleasure reading and publishing your experiences on Mark’s Daily Apple.
As good as they all were, only one group can win the cow. One more shout out to US Wellness, who is donating all the grass-fed beef. If you ever want to take your beef eating to the next level, hit up their newsletter and join the grass-fed revolution.
UPDATE: This poll is now closed. Congrats to those that participated in and submitted the Grokfeast in San Antonio, Texas. Grok on!
OK, now on to business. Below are the three finalists. I’ve posted the finalists’ videos, but please click through to the individual posts before voting. Check out the recipes and read their stories. Then vote on the Grokfeasters who you believe best captured the spirit of going Primal. You have until Wednesday at 9:00 a.m. PST to vote.
Vote for the Winner of the 2011 Grokfeast Contest
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Welcome stumblers and all newcomers to the Windsor Oaks Band “WOB-ler” Grokfeast.
A rock and roll show, camping, relays, sprints, burpees, the “Caterpillar”, primal bounty roasted over the fire, all on the beach and barefoot… what a weekend it was!
My 11-year-old son, Charlie, begged us to enter this year’s Grokfeast challenge. Sure, sure, we said, nodding and then promptly forgetting after telling him he was in charge of all the planning.
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