Four warriors and one bad softball player met at WTH for some punishment following a 0-2 beating last night for my Christ Church Episcopal softball team.
We moseyed the long way to the Short Pump Park softball field and did some warmups in left field foul territory. Then we did a set of long suicides from foul line to foul line using the 4 light polls as markers.
After that run, we went to the diamond. My team did not get around the bases enough so we made up for it today. Man at first doing Monkey Humpers (switched to Squats for round 2&3), second base doing HRM, 3rd base with Flutters and Home plate doing ten burpees as the timer (switched to 5 for last round) and then runs to first to relieve person at first base and send them on to relieve person at second and so on. We did it once, twice, three times and were out.
We ran north to SPES and Salt Lick thought we made it back to Pocahontas already. Sorry Salt Lick. We continued north until we saw Mr. Rogers car(s) and headed east to Nissan and then back to John Rolfe and all the way back to the flag. One loop of the bus loop still only got us to 2.6 miles. Just like my softball team, I failed! It’s like deja vu all over again.
Announcements: Pickleball Mondays at Forest Hill Park. I am leading the Bridge on 7/19, please consider joining me.
Prayers for Roger Roger, Fireman Ed and Fudd’s sister Mary.
And remember, when you come to a fork in the road, take it!
