8 strapping HIMs assembled in the gloom, seeking refuge from beatdowns of the sort visited upon them Monday at the Alamo, courtesy of Crabgrass. Running was kept to a minimum, but this still proved unacceptable for some who preferred none. As Nancy Lopez counsels, “When you hear them grumbling, you’re doing something right.” And so, it was.
Quick lap around the school.
Andy Dufresne, helicopters, rotator cuff stretch, dead man hang, cherry pickers, SSHs, merkins, mountain climbers, box cutters
20 swings, 20 squat thrusters, 20 APDs, repeat 3x
20 Romanian deadlifts, 75 calf raises, 20 single-leg deadlifts (10/leg), repeat 3x
20 WW3s, 20 upright rows, 14 merkin pull throughs, repeat 3x
For the next round of three exercises, the reps started at 10 for the first round, 15 for the second round, and 20 for the third round. The exercises were:
Curls, skull crushers, around the worlds, repeat 3x
Four minutes remained on the clock. YHC was considering a ring of fire when Flyboy spoke up begging not to run anymore. YHC looked around the PAX, locking eyes with Warby who flashed a wily grin. “Do it,” he mouthed silently. YHC felt a mischievous compulsion, the same sort which led him to do many stupid, peer pressure-related things in his younger years. “Let’s go for a run!” And so, it was. Everyone made it BTTF without any casualties or injuries.
Names, numbers, announcements.
Hermey took us out. Prayers for those impacted by the Texas flooding, Futon’s family experiencing loss, and PAX on IR.
Thank you, fellas, for the privilege to lead you. BB title is a tribute to the recently deceased Sly Stone. Until next time.
