Seven foolishly brave souls stepped into the gloom, fully prepared for battle against the cold, snow, and ice. Then Crab Grass showed up in nothing but a single layer and shorts. In a moment of sheer peer pressure—or questionable judgment—we all stripped down to match. Because if one suffers, we all suffer, except most of us had to keep our pants on.
With the cold biting at exposed skin, we started with some light stretching (which felt useless in this weather), then took off toward New Market Village, determined to hit every cul-de-sac it had to offer. And boy, did we.
Over the next mile-plus of running, we made sure to make every stop count:
🔥 Sprints between cul-de-sacs to keep the blood flowing.
🔥 Calisthenics at every stop, hammering chest, abs, and shoulders.
🔥 Burpees sprinkled in for good measure—because why not suffer more?
🔥 Hops, mountain climbers, and ball dippers—not just for fitness, but as survival tactics to keep from freezing solid.
The lack of schnivel gear made things… interesting. Every gust of wind was a reminder that poor decisions were made, but no one backed down. The cold was real, the discomfort was undeniable (at least for me), but the PAX pulled through.
Mumblechatter Highlights:
“I’m pretty sure my shoulders are warm but my soul is frozen.”
Crab Grass, you better be at every workout from now on—we suffered for you.
Wildcat offered his arctic plunge and sauna for the next one.
Mudslide was awkwardly quiet, if you know what I mean.
Hermie was still too scared to come out.
Final Thoughts:
We came, we froze, we conquered. No schnivel, no mercy. Seven entered, seven left—slightly frostbitten but stronger for it. Until next time, when we once again make choices that normal people would question.
Continued prayers for the Britt family out west, the struggle is really, let’s continue to look out for each other.
SYITG – No Excuses, Just Results. 💪❄️
