And all through the land,
New World Racers were packing,
Running last errands.
The Racers were stuffing
Their gear in their packs.
Wondering how in the world,
They'd carry it on their backs.
With sleeping bags, compression sacks,
Chacos and tents,
How it would all fit
Just didn't make sense.
They pushed and they pulled,
They stuffed and they zipped,
Hoping they'd be
Properly equipped.
While some loaded their cars,
And started out on the road,
Others waited for planes,
Excited and ready to go.
Their moblilizer had told them,
They had so much in store.
And the World Racers wondered
What they had signed up for.
They were nervous, excited,
Ready and willing,
To get to the camp
And start their floor on the Alumni's ceiling.*
They could hardly wait
To meet up with their squad.
To break out of their comfort zones,
And hang out with their Papa God.
So they prepared their hearts
With each mile driven or flown.
They knew they'd be joining the World Race family,
And with them they'd always feel at home.
Happy packing to all, and we'll see you tomorrow!
*World Race Alumni have a saying that they want their floor to be the new Racer's celing. Which means that they want new Racers to build on what they did, and go beyond what they could have done.
