YHC wasn’t expecting a big PAX, but was expecting at least someone beside himself. But at 5:30, YHC was a man standing alone: so be it.
Thus, YHC began a slow COP1: SSHs 30xIC, Low Double-Slow Squats 30xIC, Imperial Walkers 30xIC, Slow as hell merkins 20xIC (wanted to get to 30, but didn’t get there; a goal for next time–like his goal of 100–yep 100–monkey humpers. It won’t be all at once, YHC is not insane, but it’s a doable DownPainMent, though sure to result in some mummblechatter).
Still no other PAX. YHC didn’t have the discipline to stay put, even though The Uptowner is supposed to be stationary. So he moseyed around Pontiff to the gym set at the opposite side of the park for a modified Murphy of pull-ups, squats and more merkins (all sans extra weight). It’s tough with no motivation from other PAX, but YHC trudged on until he couldn’t any more.
YHC then continued a mosey around the rest of the outside track, and then onto the inner track for a final sprint at his all out: not a Cowbell or NipTuck sprint, but way better than what YHC could have done a year ago. Finished off with 100 LBCs, when who should appear but Duct Tape. He apparently got to the virtual flag about when YHC had decided to mosey and thus was also then his own PAX of one. YHC was kicking himself for not staying put. Why is self-discipline the hardest? [Difficult question, but it’s obvious why a PAX of more than one is compelling; getting the ego to accept that it needs help can be tough.]
Anyway, a great F2 with Duct Tape. Tclaps to Triple Shift for all his recent EHing.
Here’s to a large PAX this upcoming Friday at The Uptowner.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
