The night before this glorious morning, Saban decided it was appropriate to call out the Q for not being as active while he recovered from an injury. While I knew Saban simply missed me, there had to be consequences.
We started off with a simple enough warm up of some SSH, grass grabbers, imperial walkers, arm circles, and self love. We moseyed to the base of the mountain for 25 push-ups, 25 squats, and 50 LBCs. Then the fun began. The group bear crawled up the mountain, indian run style, for two rotations. Again? It was Saban’s fault.
At the top of the mountain we did 25 dips, 25 derkins, and 25 (2×1) Bonnie Blairs before moseying down the mountain for some Dora.
The Dora included oh presses, curls, and flutter kicks, but had to be cut short to make it bad in time. On the way back, another one of my admirer’s, Kuch, caught up with us from his run to join us for the COT. Notably, no one gave Kuch any grief for his recovery despite not affording me the same sympathy. I guess it’s my youthful vigor and good looks.
