11-27-23 Tower of terror
A surprisingly cold Monday morning following a Diddle birthday beatdown blowout had YHC wondering, who would show and how much they would hate me for building this beatdown?
Yes it’s true, I no longer head to the gym where metal weights and yoga pants fill the void in my life.
Now, a bunch of sweaty guys in short shorts and witty humor keep the wheels turning. Why I am here? Where did cargo shorts go? Perhaps that’s why a coupon heavy beatdown for the this graciously accepting PAX was created.
Warm-a-Rama
SSH
Toy Soldiers
Willie May Hayes
Arm circles in all the ways
Cherry Pickers
Self Love (love yourself quickly SV… like no one is watching)
Thang1. (Construction)
A little team building work. Emphasis on building. The Pax partnered up for some Dora.
Each person had a 20 merkin buy in. partner 1 sprints to the coupon corral(120yd) while partner 2 performed SSH. Partner 1 rucks the coupon to the stage to begin the building process. Coupons are stacked to build a tower. Highest tower wins.
The merkin buy in was abandoned half way through for time constraints, and only having 5 Pax made this a little bit more challenging.
As we rounded the end of the thang, one coupon remained. It was Pope vs Valve. A full out mosey ensued. Anxiously waiting for their return, not knowing what atrocities may have taken place deep in the gloom, pope emerged holding the trophy. But wait, behind was a valve making up ground, not defeated but enraged. In his hands, he grips the remains of a previously fallen coupon. Two perfectly spit pieces.
As they return, the height of the two towers have grown to an unreachable altitude. Improvising, YHC assumes the human step stool and we crown ourselves as champion.
Both towers were crowned and a quick picture was taken to bask in their glory.
Thang 2. (Grunt work)
Easy instructions, minimal chatter, callous building.
Each PAX performs:
100 coupon curls. 50 coupon swings.
100 tricep press. 25 we’re not worthy
100 forearm curls each arm.
Thang2. (Deconstruction)
3 burpee buy in for each as parter 1 rucked the coupon back to its home while partner 2 performs WW3 sit-ups. Yes, I said WW3 as I ran away with the coupon not making eye. I could hear the discontent as I tried to make amends. It’s not what you want, it’s what’s best for you. Trust me.
Time fell short as I had more in the bucket of fun, but maybe next time.
All in all, it was a fun day at the Stage for us all as you can see in the picture, most are still smiling. Thanks to the PAX for making these dumb ideas of mine come true.
