Picture this: a crisp morning, the perfect time to not only crush some cardio but also question school board decisions, state decisions, soccer referees, basically life problems. Time for 11’s. Start off with 10 burpees at the front of the courthouse. Each burpee felt like gravity itself was personally offended that we dared to rise from the ground.
Once we peeled ourselves off the pavement, we “ran” (more like shuffled) to the stairs. Now, these weren’t your average steps. Oh no, each one required three calf raises. Yes, three, because one just wasn’t enough to make our legs scream for mercy. Then, at the top, it was time for freddy mercury core exercises. Because who doesn’t want to feel like their abs are a pin cushion? It was here we found out how Hammer disregards referees instructions when it comes to Chainsaws wellbeing.
But wait, there’s more! We dashed down a ramp that might as well have been Everest, looped around the parking lot, and did it all over again. Why? For fitness? For glory? To solve the mysteries of life? No, not today. Hammer and I concluded that solving world problems was best left for the crew at the scramble tomorrow.. Today, we simply survived, and that was more than enough!
