No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable. Socrates
Where has rosy-fingered dawn hidden herself today? With no answer and a longer than usual disclaimer for two FNGs, we moseyed into the gloom to The Thang. Though (perhaps because) no Ilium was in sight, the PAX began strong grieved and with glancing eyes.
With wind still in its sails, the PAX began a swift First COP:
25ICx SSH
25ICx Hillbillies
25ICx Peter Parkers
With steady stars patient to fill all men with courage, the PAX fit itself with boulders to mosey for Second COP:
20ICx Shoulder lifts (or bench press standing up)
20ICx Curls
20ICx Dead lifts
20ICx toe to opposite overhead (10x each side)
20ICx bench press (or should lifts on our sixes)
20ICx Hello Dolly, Look at our Rocks (Hello Dollys holding our rocks over our stomachs the whole time)
With blood warming, the PAX moseyed to some benches for Third COP:
20ICx Tatum Channings (Left Leg Step Ups)
20ICx Incline Merkins
20ICx Channing Tatums (Right Left Step Ups)
20ICx Dips
Time for the assault on Troy. No tools for constructing a horse, the PAX must gird up to be swift of mind. After a mosey to the elysian fields, the PAX split in half and then paired up into twos (save Q) for OYO of passing rocks 20x with situps and then wheelbarrowing across the battlefield to where the other half had been, only to repeat and return. After a short respite, the PAX stormed the citadel and then retreated with haste: that is, egg toss to the fence, and then lunges back to start (note to self, lunges with rocks is a curse of Hades after about 50 feet).
With quickness of breath and slowness of thighs, the PAX circled up in victory for Fourth COP:
20IC x LBCs
20IC x Hello Dolly
20IC x Dying Cockroach
20IC x Real Freddy Mercury
20IC x Russian Twist
Like Odysseus with his 10 years of battle and another 10 years of wandering, the PAX put down their arms and raced home. Kalimera, PAX
