It’s been threatening rain all week. And the forecast for Thursday evening’s F2 beatdown was no different, with a 60-70% chance as of that morning. YHC seriously envisioned 10k and I sitting under the gazebo drinking alone (he his bud light tallboys, me my overpriced hipster beer), while 10k grumbled about the sunset and my beer. And while that vision partially came true – with the added bonus of a “only-in-Hollywood” rainbow overhead – we were spared the actual rain and a decent size group posted.
YHC had planned for no warmorama, since time was short, but as BBQ was dealing with securing his bike (he rode from Covington! 👏👏👏), we knocked out some SSH’s before jumping into 20x burpees OYO.
Next up, a Lazy Dora. Same as the usual Dora (100 merks, 200 squats, 200 LBC’s), but instead of running between sets, the alternating partner would hold a static pose until it was his turn. So plank for 10x merkins, Al Gore for 20x squats, and 6” hold for 30x LBC’s. Cumulative goals were reached pretty quickly, and we moved over to the seawall for some leg work.
20x jump squats, lunge walk to sidewalk, 20x monkey humpers IC
20x Bulgarians IC (10 ea.), lunge walk, 20x Apollo Ohno’s
20x calf raises IC (balancing on the edge of the seawall, which was more difficult than you might think), lunge walk, 20x Sister Mary’s.
Finally, back to the wall for shoulders: 15x freak nasties IC, 5x derkins IC. Rinse and repeat with 10x freaks IC / 10x derks IC. Then 5x freaks IC / 15x derkins IC.
Around this time we had an In Time flyby, with his cross country team in tow, and we then circled up for an abbreviated Mary of heels to heaven and leg raises, both x15 IC.
Upon completion, the guys noticed a rather large and somewhat magical rainbow stretched across the lakefront sky. Turbo joked that all we needed now was a unicorn and, lo and behold, the hero we both deserved and needed materialized: Amnesia, donning, that’s right, a unitard. (At least, according to Jose that is the official name of said bodysuit. The differences between a unitard and a leotard and a bodysuit is a mystery to me, and one I’m not willing to google.)
COT, prayed out by Akbar, and we all headed to the Gazebo joined by Cowbell, Tank, and Tank’s son (a soon-to-be named F3 brother). Good beer, good company, and a good sunset – what more could you ask for? Great time out there with you guys, thanks for posting and thanks for the opportunity to lead!
