12 men witnessed a feat so legendary, every last one of us will be recounting it at the dinner table tonight.
After a short mosey to the Modern Homes, we set up for a triple check: HRM / Squats / runner to the end of the cul-de-sac. What happened next can only be believed if you were there.
The running group: Nancy, Futon, and Wildcat. As YHC was grinding through his HRM, I heard Nancy shouting from the far end of the street. Why? No clue at first — but it turns out he was absolutely SMOKING Wildcat and Futon. When they returned to the PAX, Wildcat was sucking wind, Futon was curled up in the fetal position, and Nancy stood with both hands raised in victory.
Honestly, who even remembers what we did the rest of the workout after that majestic display?