The other day I yawned and hurt myself. If that sounds like a poor set up to a Rodney Dangerfield joke, it isn’t. More of a morality tale, really – just another true life example of what happens to your body when you stop posting regularly. Things have gotten so bad, my Garmin now congratulates me if I simply cross the 6,000 steps benchmark. To put that in perspective for you non-pedometrists (yeah, not a word, I know), Hawgcycle will knock out more than that at 11pm on his daily 10k. Anyway, point is, YHC realized it was beyond time to dip my toes back in the water and get back in the Q game.
A lone Jose was the only man present when I arrived, listening, I’m fairly certain, to a comedy routine on his phone. (It wasn’t, unfortunately, Dangerfield.). T-claps to Teach for making it out, as today is his first day back at school and he could’ve easily stayed back in Covington. But no, not this guy. The rest of the gang rolled in – Bypass, Hogsbreath, Zoo – and we got the party started.
Warmorama: WM, GM, IW, AC, AP, SSH, HK, BK’s (yeah, a bit of decoding to do there); all the slow ones at x10 IC, faster ones up to x20 IC.
YHC stretched the warm up a bit longer than usual, as I was expecting a late arrival from Cowbell. Was YHC disappointed? Of course not. It’s comforting to know that, in this rapidly evolving world we live in, some things really don’t change.
The Thang:
With Cowbell in tow, we kicked things off with 10x Kraken Burpees (3 hand release merkins in each burpee).
Mosey towards the tunnel, stopping two more times for 10x Kraken burpees at each stop. With the Kraken fully released and the PAX already irritated at my return to Q, onward through the (darker-than-usual) wooded path to the tunnel, where all good things happen.
Tunnel Partner Routine:
Keeping things simple here, one partner runs the tunnel out and back, the other performs said exercises: big boys, squats, merkins, chest presses with rocks. That’s right, there are rocks next to the tunnel. It’s kinda like the Gipper’s quarry, just on steroids. Put it this way, YHC had planned on doing curls, but the rocks are just too damn big.
As they say, time flies when you’re having this much fun, and so it was already time to hustle back to the flag (though we were able to stop and knock out a quick set of 30x IC Freak Nasties at the bus depot).
Back right on time for COT: countdown, nameorama, announcement (Amnesia’s Tarpon Sprint Triathlon in Houma on Saturday – DM him for details if interested!), and Hogsbreath prayed us out.
Thanks for the warm welcome back gents, and the opportunity to lead such a great group of men. SYITG.
