A PAX of 11 strong gathered in the far parking lot of the AO, ready to subject themselves to an hour of unknown chaos. Each went to bed the night before after experiencing completely different Fridays from one another. They set alarms which woke them in the middle of early morning REM cycle sleep. They silently donned workout clothes, headed for the door and the damp, leaving behind sleeping families, setting off from the four corners of the map to assemble with precision and punctuality, anticipating the hard thing. The PAX turned an uninspiring, overcast fall morning into an all-consuming, inner-mounting flame. We got after it hard, setting all involved on a trajectory of success for the day, for the weekend, for forever.
Run around the perimeter of the park to the tennis courts. Circle up.
SSHs, jazzercize, helicopters, dead man hang, cherry pickers, copperhead squats, merkins, Thor’s chair, wife stretches, Roscoe’s mom, Michael Phelps.
Run from the tennis courts to the concessions stand next to one of the long parking lots.
The Longest Parking Lot:
All exercises performed across the length of the parking lot.
Broad jump burpees, turn around for a lunge walk, turn around for bear crawl, and turn around for an easy jog across the parking lot. Styled after the longest mile.
At/on the concessions stand:
20 donkey kicks, 15 merkins with feet elevated on a bench (repeat 3x)
11s down the length of the same long parking lot. SSHs and crabcakes at each end.
Time called. BTTF.
Names, numbers. Announcements:
– The Bridge workout, 10/25, Bootleg has the Q, reach out to him if you’re interested in attending and making a BIG community impact
– Chili cookoff coming in November (exact date t/b/d)
– Daddy/daughter dance in December (I believe exact date is still t/b/d)
YHC took us out.
Thanks, guys, for sticking by me and fueling the flames, and for letting me lead you. Until next time!