Broadway and Big Rig were wrapping up a prerun when Shooter McGavin rolled into The Bermuda Triangle, immediately apologizing for being late… which was impressive considering he wasn’t actually late. Strong start.
Rather than waste perfectly good cardio, we declared the prerun “official business” and kept it rolling—because nothing says leadership like moving the goalposts mid-stride. About a mile in, we looped back to the flag to grab a kettlebell and resistance bands, then headed to the picnic pavilion for a Triple Check.
The Thang:
Timer: Banded walks halfway to the parking lot and back (looked easy, was not)PAX: Overhead presses, skull crushers, and step-downs on repeat until the runner returned… eventuallyArms were cooked, legs were questioning life choices, and banded walks exposed who’s been skipping leg day (no names… but we all saw it).
We wrapped things up with 10 minutes of core work, because apparently we still had something left to suffer through.No one got lost in the Bermuda Triangle, no mysterious disappearances—just a solid beatdown and a few egos left behind at the pavilion.