YHC took a late night Q spot and sprinted from the car to the flag while giving the disclaimer at 5:29/30 (finding out post workout that it dashed KennaBrah’s hopes to Q) with a call to the pax to circle up midfield for warmorama featuring Frac’s favorite song and the usual stuff.
The Thang: mosey to goal line and plank across the end zone for plank hurdles: pax one sprints to the 10 yd. Line and planks while pax two sprints/hurdles pax one, assuming high plank 10 yds. further awaiting all subsequent pax to repeat all the way to the opposite goal.
Mosey to the playground for Morning Calls: all pax high plank along the border and each pax goes to pull up bar for a called five count whereby pax merkin the reps and retime to plank until all pax do pull ups.
Mosey to the gym parking where YHC shared its Burpeepalooza; this pleased Bogey…immensely—not. A playlist designed with each song featuring a word/catchphrase that implores all pax to burpee and then return to a given movement (SSH, IW, Air press, Hillbillies). After song two made our legs very heavy (YHC also forgot a phrase initiated the burpee and not the word he incorrectly gave, leading to lots of confusion and even more mumblechatter—so this is what being a chaos monkey is like!), YHC offered the pax a choice by majority rule: more burpees or decadie of pain. Decadie it is: 1 min Al Gore followed by 30 mountain climbers. Surprise! Back to Burpeepalooza followed by a second round of decadie (this is where four “water breaks” in a row were rolled and we don’t do that crap in F3) so we finally landed on (2) 30x American Hammers. One final burpeepalooza song followed by a mosey to the flag, which YHC sprinted, causing enough heavy breathing to make Mahatma and Bogey wonder if I was ok.
COT, honored as always, men!
