YHC knocked out a 2.5 mile pre-run, flirting with the idea of making it all the way to Chester before wisely deciding, “yeah…let’s not get carried away.”
Met up with Broadway at the flag, and we set off through the neighborhood with a loose plan and strong confidence…which quickly turned into “I think it’s this way?” energy. After a few expert-level navigational guesses, we accidentally upgraded ourselves to a full 3-mile run. No one complained (out loud).
Back at the AO, Broadway grabbed the wheel and delivered a no-frills beatdown: WW2s, merkins, dips, and step-ups. Nothing fancy, just the kind of work that makes you question your life choices mid-rep.Between gasps for air, we were treated to Broadway’s next-level spiritual wisdom—equal parts conviction and confusion as YHC tried to process deep thoughts while his arms were shaking during dips.
Got lost, got better, got a little wiser.Not a bad way to start the day.