Good temps, overcast, a persistent drizzle, nice. Four true gloom soldiers stumbled from their comfy beds, donned their garb, and set off for Rock n’ Roll seeking a challenge.
Quick mosey around the perimeter of Rockwood. We concluded our mosey at the tennis courts.
Andy Dufresne, helicopters, arm circles, dead man hang, cherry pickers, imperial squat walkers.
11s. Mosey across the tennis courts. Spiderman merkins and jump squats.
Mosey to the pavilion at the trailhead. Dora. Runner there and back. 100 merkins, 200 single-count flutters, 300 SSHs.
An attempt was made to run the entire Rockwood trail. Along the way we did some walking lunges up a hill, stopped at another pavilion for 50 dips and 30 step-ups, and ran some more. Eventually the PAX was routed by…the clock? Battle fatigue? We doubled back, found a cut through, and made it BTTF five minutes late. Sorry gents!
Names, numbers, announcements.
YHC took us out. God is good, all the time. Thanks for Double Mint’s good news.
Pretty sure we clocked over four miles this morning fellas. Great effort! As always, my spirits were lifted by the fellowship of the PAX, from running and working alongside solid HIMs. Now I can chill in my sweatpants for the rest of the day and feel good about it. Thank you, guys, for coming out, and for letting me lead you. Until next time!