We had a man at a work event once, at my old job, do a number on all of us. He was a life coach. His name was Shore Beach or something like that. Seriously, it might have been Shore Beach. Shore Leave. Shore Stone. Stony Beach. Something.
Anyway, his rap was about taking care of yourself and grabbing the brass ring of life. Positive thinking. Carpe diem. Just do it. Maximize, in general: that was the suggestion. Anti-antidepressants, explicitly, which seemed a little weird and presumptuous and actually kind of…offensive. But people say lots of things when they are talking 100% out of their asses.
Then we broke boards. They were pine, and you held them up for your fellow board-breaker with one hand on either side, with the grain vertical. One guy accidentally broke his board just goofing around with it. They were pretty easy to break, unless you held them up the wrong way. At least one guy got hurt due to poor board-holding technique. He wasn’t in the greatest physical condition, but his board wasn’t going to break itself. He kept at it until it broke.
It was one of the top half-dozen dumbest things I have done in my life. Not quite as dumb as the compulsory flash mob or having to wear camouflage to work, but pretty dumb.
You forgot about the rhythmic clapping followed by jazz hands, the chanting of “whhhooooooooooooo…..yes! yes! yes!”, and the headset microphone…a must when you have no instrument to play I guess…