After warmorama of the usual with groiners mixed in to liven things up, form single file line and while YHC carries sand bag to the outside track pax do two burpees then last guy in line catches and assumes the sandbag, sending me to the back. If you wanna go fast go alone; if you wanna go far, go together and together is how we support each other when we all struggle mentally.
Each pax had a turn with the bag, we ended at the rock pile to collect medium rocks and circle up on YHC where burpee timer is in the middle (x15) with Pax at different stations con roca: squats, tricep press, lunges, LBC, OH press, curls, rows, wife pleasers, merkins, reverse lunges, Penguins, SSH, plus sand bag chest press. Rudy opted to skip a song incurring a five burpee penalty for all just before Mambi was the timer; “Thanks a lot, Rudy” was his reply. Rudy actually experienced double punishment because the awful song he skipped brought an even worse song (Bolt’s playlist delivers again!) and no back to back skips—hahaha.
Mahatma, as always, offered up encouragement to keep pushing ourselves. Today’s gloom, like life, had each pax pushing himself with something different than the men around him yet it was the shared struggle that bound us together because he’s not heavy, he’s my brother.
Back to the flag grateful for F3 and the support of brothers in the gloom; welcome back (Kotter) Pillsbury and way to keep the consistency, Off Balance.
