Friday night, YHC declared to the group chat that he was preparing a “hybrid beatdown that will make you cuss,” which was enough to keep much of the PAX snuggled in their fartsacks. Three of us entered the octagon for a combination of running and things the Q hates to do. Best anyone can recall, here’s what went down:
COP in front of Atlee HS with standard fare: SSH, helicopters, Ukrainian soldiers, LBCs, hand-release merkins. Then, mosey over to the Chickahominy parking lot for the first challenge Mr. Holland hates: bear crawling. It’s a long damn parking lot, and we traversed the whole thing, stopping at each of the six islands along the way for 20 of an exercise: WWIIs, mountain climbers, jump squats, merkins, calf raises, and burpees to finish it off (but 10). There was discussion about non-consensual activities with road signs, but YHC will let you imagine the context for that.
With the goal of getting two laps in (3 miles) along with other painful things, we needed to make up some time, so off we ran until the speed bumps behind Cool Spring. Then, the next installment of things Mr. Holland hates: sprinting. Sprint from one speed bump to the next, then walk to the next one, repeat several times. For the remainder of the first lap, the PAX stopped at every speed bump for 20 exercises, alternating arms, core, legs.
Lap two included a triple check in between Atlee and CMS: donkey kicks, bench dips, and more bear crawling. It sucked. More running until we reached the speed bumps, and then to finish the lap, each man took turns calling 20 of an exercise until we ran out of time. Along the way, there was discussion about a certain PAX member’s expanding groin. Again, readers can imagine their own version of the context.
Special mention to Spit, who ran his own personal 10K while we were out doing our thing, with an 8:50ish pace.
YNWA
-Mr. Holland
