YHC sent out the invite last night with the whiteboard of dread to the group. Manny was the only HIM to take the red pill with me. This morning’s workout was like being in a steamy jungle gym with a splash of fantasy football chatter and LSU pride. It was a ladder workout, again. I know, I am not a creative as Steve or Russo. I stick with the golden oldies, unless we’re talking about music. 10 reps of each exercise, followed by one lap between each round. We kicked things off with step downs then lunges that made us question why we ever left bed. Then, the monkey humpers made sure our neighbors were definitely wondering what on earth we were up to. Just when we thought it couldn’t get weirder, dirkins and freak nasties cranked up the awkwardness—and the sweat. Stone Mountains had us feeling like Rocky on those steps, but less “Eye of the Tiger” and more “Why is it so humid?!”
Burpees made an appearance, just to make sure we were sufficiently miserable, followed by American Hammers and big boy sit-ups that left us questioning our life choices. The run was supposed to be the cooldown, but with the humidity, it felt like swimming through a hot soup.
Meanwhile, the conversation ranged from debating which fantasy football picks would lead us to victory, to lamenting LSU’s recent ups and downs. All in all, it was a morning of pain, sweat, and football small talk—a perfect start to the day!
SYITG gentlemen.
