76 degrees to start this morning, and since YHC has been dealing with yet more allergies, I selfishly and secretly thought that flying solo might not be so bad. Easy ruck there and back. But no, fate had other plans, and I’m glad she did. Jose pulled up, fresh off a vacation fighting bears and Dolly Parton, and then Cowbell, for a Pax of 3, and off we went.
Warmup (all 10x)
– seal jacks
– Self love
– Grass grabbers
– Toe touches
– Cherry pickers
– SSHs
Thang
Mosey to the seawall, where every 70 seconds of the travel it was:
10 merkins
10 gas pumps
At the seawall:
7 freak nastys (IC)
14 step ups
7 durkins (IC)
7 urkins (IC)
7 BSSs (2 is 1)
This was where I reminded Jose “we have a lake” and he reminded YHC “yeah, well, we have a Pax.” Touche.
At RIP’s
Multiple rounds up and down the step of Rips, while the Pax was knocking out Rocky Balboas and Calf raises (all in about 7 minutes total).
On the way back, every 70 seconds it was 10 plank jacks and 10 LBCs.
COT, Name-o-Rama, announcements, prayer, in that order. Continued prayers for our F3 brethren dealing with some difficulties (including Turbo and Boo Boo), a young man named Phoenix, Cowbell and his M on their twin expectancy, and reminders about the 3 year Anny at the A1C on Friday July 28, the St. Vincent 500, Gnarly Nutria (this Wednesday), Zoo’s birthday Q on Saturday, and the Blue Moon night race at Fountainbleu on August 19.
Thanks for joining/reading.
SYITG
