A little of this, a little of that
Backblasts Northshore
A little of this, a little of that
Backblasts Northshore

A little of this, a little of that

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A dozen PAX posted at The Gipper this morning for a little bit of this and a little bit of that. A warmup of Seal Jacks, Toe Touches, Imperial Walkers and SSH with some cinderblock Manmakers mixed in and next thing you knew we were on our way to the rock pile with the blocks in a Farmer Carry. We hit some block Merkins and some additional Manmakers upon arrival and then exchanged our blocks for rocks. Knowing The Plan, YHC patiently and politely suggested modest rocks that could be held in one hand. Excess Mumblechatter or excess testosterone or YHC’s failure to communicate effectively or all of the above resulted in a general disregard of the suggestion and a variety of rock sizes were visible after a short mosey to the Justice Center benches. In fact, one delinquent PAX who shall not be named (his name rhymes with Towel Bell and to his credit he was delinquent because he ran something like 72 miles pre-Thang) found himself with a block.
YHC probably should have modified The Plan at that point but decided not to for no good reason. So we proceeded with Bench Step Ups with a rock Press. Then we worked our way over to oak alley for a rock Burpee fest, ending up in front of the Justice Center. A few agility drills, sprints, a relay race and an injured FNG later (sorry Mojo), we traveled back down oak alley throwing our rocks in front, picking them up, and throwing them again until we reached our endpoint. Back to the benches for some Bulgarian split squats holding our rocks overhead and then a quick mosey back to the rock pile.
Another exchange, this time rock for block, and then we managed some block Around the Worlds, Figure 8s, and Swings followed by another Farmer Carry back to the Trailhead.
We wrapped things up with some Hand Release Merkins, Nolan Ryans, Scuba Steves, Jackknives, Flutter Kicks, and a Six Inch Hold.
Countorama, nameorama, we named our FNG Mojo (who summed the beatdown up nicely by opining that he hadn’t done anything that stupid in 20 years), and then Tarheel prayed us out.
Thanks for letting me lead guys. Hope to see you back at The Gipper tomorrow at 6 p.m. for our joint beatdown and F2 event with the FiA ladies. I, for one, want to see if Towel Bell’s relationship with his M can survive Crunchy Frogs.