Except maybe when it comes to 10k merkins in a month. And with approximately 6660 merkins bearing down on us ISI challengers for the remainder of the month, it was really no surprise what would be on today’s menu. YHC would try to alter the flavor slightly, but whether it’s in the form of Bushwacker-sans’ Deck o’ Death (416 straight), or Maverick-sans’ Mucho Chesto Extravaganza (200+ spread over the course of an hour), it all ultimately goes down the same (with a lot of grunting and groaning).
Paint The Fence: GWs, Toe Touches, Imperial Squat Walkers, Windmills, SSHs, Seal Jacks.
Wax on, Wax Off: Time to leave the premises. PAX would be running 5 blocks to the lakefront, alternating between 2 exercises at each intersection: 25x merkins / 40x IC flutter kicks. Who knew it’d be the flutter kicks that got us?
Sweep The Leg: Once to the lakefront, lunge walk to the sea wall. Gusty winds and crashing waves gave this beatdown some much-needed gravitas, as we stood atop the wall to do calf raises (40x IC). Even though it was a dicey proposition considering the balance issues YHC was having with the calf raises, we elected to stay atop the sea wall for Jump Squats, x20. No one pulled a Waterboy and jumped in. “Balance good, everything good. Balance bad, better pack up and go home.” Then Knee-Ups (each leg, 15x), Bulgarians (each leg 15x), and finally some Monkey Humpers to finish off the leg portion of this beatdown.
No Mercy: Next up, a merkin/groiner combo. Ascending first (up to 5 merks / 5 groaners) and then back down.
Going Home In A Body Bag: And finally, that’s right, we returned the way we came – alternating between 25 merkins and 40 flutters at each intersection. T-claps to Pik, who’s nursing a couple injuries and somehow made it through unscathed. A minute late but finished with the COT, Pik prayed us out.
As you can probably tell, this was a retroactively-themed beatdown. Maybe one day I’ll prepare a bit more and pick up where Grundy-san left off with his well-thought out movie themed beatdown. But for now, this’ll have to do. Thanks guys, sincerely, for coming out and for the opportunity to lead. Not just today but for the past year and a half. It’s gonna be tough not having this group of guys to lean on for support for the next few months. I won’t get too sappy, but let’s just say that going back to the days of sad clown workouts will indeed be… sad. You guys will be missed.
But I’ll see you men in October, hopefully in time for the Northshore Half. Until then… sayonara, gents.
