A cool, overcast morning with a tight-knit group of 5 rock n’ roll veterans. YHC did not show up with much in the tank, but we ended up having a tough beatdown anyway. 7 o’clock. Time to do what we came to do.
Mosey to the tennis courts. Standard warm up, a little shorter the usual.
11s across the tennis courts. Imperial squat walkers and scrunchy frogs. Nice.
A brief mosey past the dog park to the first pavilion. Deep dish called triceps dips on the tables, partner runs some distance and back, then swaps out. Three rounds.
Mosey into the woods on one of the trails. Steamer calls exercise bank. The PAX total their reps together to achieve a cumulative 80 merkins, 200 crunches, 300 monkey humpers.
Mosey further into the woods. At the top of a steep hill, I made the mistake of asking Melville what was next. 11s, again. Burpees at the top, hand release merkins at the bottom. Melville misread my joke that we should bernie from the bottom of the hill to the top, and that became an audible. About halfway through the 11s, Melville swapped hill bernies for walking lunges. Brutal. Thanks, Melville, for turning up the heat and making us work!
Longish mosey BTTF. Perfect timing.
Names, numbers, announcements.
Memorial Day convergence going down, location TBD. The choice is probably between dogpile and Brown’s Island if I had to guess. Keep an eye on slack.
I never regret attending a workout, but I do regret fart sacking. When my battery is low, there are always other PAX at a beatdown who have a full charge. They challenge me and restore my fire. Keep doing hard things, keep challenging the PAX and yourself. When you call an exercise and hear groans, pat yourself on the back.
Thanks for letting me lead you!