Rolled into AO Timberwolf expecting the usual gloom-to-doom camaraderie. Instead, I was greeted by… silence. No headlamps. No mumblechatter. Just me and my thoughts (which are not always encouraging).
Started with a 30-minute run, because nothing says accountability like realizing you’re the only witness. Threw in some push-ups and a few burpees to make it feel official. At some point I stared into the darkness long enough to decide I was bored, clearly victorious over the beatdown, and ended a little early.
No FNGs were harmed. No HIMs were inspired—except maybe myself, briefly.
COT: Optional when you’re solo, but appreciated anyway.