This morning’s beat down was never going to compete with yesterday’s star studded event. Reading Steve’s BB on his way out the door to the Gipper, YHC grudgingly conceded to himself that the likes of Choppa, Ocho, and Nacho Libre could not be expected to rise out of their fartsacks for two consecutive mornings. It could have happened, YHC guesses, if Turtle had committed to back to back Qs. Lacking the draw of a rock star Q like Turtle, however, YHC could only hope that he wouldn’t be posting alone. Fortunately there were a few PAX out there unaware of yesterday’s celebrity meetup, but YHC wasn’t too off in his prediction as Gipper regular Tanked Up regrettably decided he would not post with the rank and file this morning. Et tu, Tanked Up?
So it was to be a working man’s beat down this morning, strictly meat and potatoes.
15 minutes or so of dynamic stretches on the train platform then a short mosey to pick up a couple of half filled sand bags for the main event:
AMRAP for 20 minutes: 35 yards farmer’s walk with both sand bags, 35 yards run, and then 35 yards backpedal making up one round. Shooter carried his sand bags like bean bags, and the rest of us struggled. Good thing we all have office jobs…except for Bushwacker I guess but he is in lawn care management.
Back to the Trailhead for Mary: scorpions, swan preps, jackknives, and flutter Freddy Mercury’s, all IC.
Countorama, nameorama, and Moby prayed us out.
Thanks for letting me lead men. I always look forward to Wednesday morning at the Gipper with you.
