The day to tackle the one remaining AO I had never Q’d was upon me. QIC felt the strong need to conquer The Gipper in a most unforgettable manner, though only the astoundingly hardcore Wednesday PAX could tell you whether or not my mission was indeed accomplished. I consider it a show of respect to my fellow F3 warriors to come with an overstuffed beatdown itinerary. Such was the case on this gloom, and I was so excited about my bag O tricks that, upon Grundy’s traditional 11th hour arrival, we began in earnest.
WARM UP (Not Warm at All)
Toes Touches 10x IC
Arm Circles -> x10
<- x10
Cherry Pickers x10
Hi Knees x10
Scorpion Kicks x10
THIS HERE THANG
Towels were kindly distributed to the PAX in consideration of posterior comfort, as we mosied to the parking garage. Up the 1st ramp we ran backwards for the 1st half and forwards for the 2nd half. On the 2nd level we partnered up for Doracides! (the next level of Dora 1,2,3) P1 runs a 3 point suicide, doing 1, 2, and 3 burpees at each respective point. Meanwhile, P2 is working on a cumulative 100 LBCs, 200 Putins, 300 Freddy Flutters, and 400 Crunchy Frogs. Ok, QIC will be the first to admit that there was a risk of catching several murder charges, assuming I myself survived such shenanigans. In truth, though, the selection of core exercises was a great mix, but would be most appropriately be performed in the opposite order than was precribed on this day.
After a double (or was it triple) 10 count, the PAX overtook the next ramp by skipping up the 1st half, running up the 2nd half, and, without stopping, mosying down the stairs and to the steps in BACK of the court house. Running woefully short on time, we did some mercifully abbreviated Irky Drks (a Bushwacker exercise still in the test phase), which consisted of a incline merkin on the bottom step, then next step, then next, before heading back down with decline merkins on each step.
The mosey continues back to the trailhead for a quick round of 1 minute yoga, which consisted of table top, right balanced table top, left balanced table top, cat/cow, and child’s pose.
COT
Einstein (aka Cuz) prayed us out as we each embarked upon a new day and a new adventure!
Thanks, brothers, for following my lead without giving in to the overwhelming urge to mutiny, and for being a source of inspiration in my universe.
