Yes, maybe it was a bit cruel to spring a Murph on the Marsh crew on a Monday morning. I figured I’d get a, “Oh hell no,” from Cowbell. And a, “Yeah, that’s great, thanks Steve. After I’ve done 120 frickin’ ISI squats,” from Jose. And a lot of eye rolling from the Wacker. But c’mon, taken at slightly less intense pace (apologies Tank), the Murph is really not as bad as it sounds.
So we started with some warmorama just to give Cowbell some time to navigate around the deep and dangerous ditches surrounding the Marsh. Then ran the first mile down to the lake and back at a leisurely “warm up” pace, loosening us up for 20 sets of 5 pull-ups / 10 merkins / 15 squats. We did it together, waiting after each set before starting the next, and I think the pax would agree, it really wasn’t so bad. T-claps to Pixie Stick, who did great in his first (near-complete) Murph.
Another leisurely mile run to the lake and back, some flutters, and we were done. Countdown, nameorama, and Jose offered up a powerful prayer to close it out, with intentions for Goose’s soon-to-be born baby, Akbar’s travel to the Smokey Mountains, and some healing for our divided nation.
Thank you for the opportunity to get stronger and better alongside such good men. I truly appreciate it.
