Looooooong beatdown today. Sometimes these things fly by, other times it takes an eternity to get to Mary. This beatdown felt like it fell into the latter category, with the only reasonable explanation being that all of this morning’s burpees created some sort of gravitational field that resulted in time dilating. Well, maybe it was the burpees, maybe it was the black hole known as humidity.
Anyway, YHC woke up this morning and briefly weighed all options, but Waterpik had killed our legs at the Marsh the day before and, as for core, well… let’s just say YHC can’t do another sit-up for at least a week after Pope’s core-palooza at the baseball field during Saturday’s convergence. So upper body it was. (T-claps to Pope, btw, for handling the unruly men of the Northshore with such assured leadership.).
Three pax turned into four when Onions rolled up on his bike for his second consecutive beatdown. 👏👏👏 YHC is no longer the only guy biking to beatdowns, so now I expect some sorta Jets vs Sharks face-off with runners Hammer and Pik on the streets of Old Mandeville.
Warmorama: Grass grabbers, self love, torso twist, IW’s, SSH’s. x10 IC.
Thang: YHC has often heard, “Nothing good ever happens in the tunnel.” And while that may be true, I’d argue that worse things happen on the way to the tunnel. This morning, though, wasn’t so bad as we nixed the Kraken Burpees and opted instead for 10x T-merkins at each of the three intersections.
Moseyed to the base of the tunnel, where we partnered up for Burpback Mountain, with a cumulative tally of 75 burpees. Felt like that alone should’ve shaved 15 minutes off the clock, but no, only about 6. So we went directly into another partner routine, P1 performing alternating leg lunges (cumulative total of 100) and P2 up the ramp for x10 merkins and back down to flap jack.
Next up, some quick leg work consisting of 10-15x IC squats, monkey humpers, and jump squats. Then a mosey back to the flag, stopping again at each intersection for 10x T-merkins.
Surely by this point we’d be out of time, but no – amazingly we had enough time to squeeze in a set of 7’s (freak nasties down below, and Sister Mary’s up top of the tower) as well as a full 6 minutes of Mary where we practically hit everything in the book. But, if Wicket taught me anything at Saturday’s beatdown, it’s that YHC is a very poor judge of many things, time being chief among them.
COT and Russo prayed us out, with thanks for our many blessings, above all the gift of grace. And thank you men also for the accountability, the opportunity, and the fellowship.
