The general populace may be getting too comfortable but not these 10 men who embraced the suck on the coldest wettest morning of the year. 34 degrees and nonstop rain, LFG. The triumphant return of Crash Test Dummy, who somehow forgot to bring the desert heat. We still love you CTD.
Mosey to the back parking lot and around the field, then back to the covered pavilion. YHC revealed he had spent too much time on the playlist and not enough time planning, so the warmup was extra warm with lots of SSH and quick reps including 20 big boy WW2s to get the blood flowing.
4 stations, one at each bench. Bulgarian split squats, dips, decline/incline mirkins, step ups. Each group rotated whenever the mirkin station called out to switch. After a full rotation, we needed to get even more warm: Mankillers to the beat.
Another full rotation, then a whole bunch of ab exercises to 100: LBCs, American Hammers, flutters, and some other stuff. One more full rotation and then we had one more song to get back to the flag.
COT – gratitude for the fortitude to get out in the gloom and the push through the rain, through the discomfort, and prove once again that we can face the new day with all 3 Fs.
And… a cup of hot coffee or 3 out of the back of the Snuff-mobile. A small comfort, well-earned.