The A1C
The A1C

February Eve: Let’s get ready to RunCajunRun – from Jose10k

We gathered at the A1C, three brave souls ready to suffer: Moby, YHC, and the legend himself—Hogs Breath. The mission? Tabata. The pain? Immeasurable. 45 seconds on, 15 seconds off—perfect ratio for pain and mumble chatter. We hit everything: core, legs, upper body. Push-ups humbled us, calf raises made us …

Hot Sauce, Bushwhackers, and Catapults: A Wet and Wild Morning at the A1C – from Jose10k

So there I was, ready to tackle the day in a parking garage, wetter than a swimsuit calendar in monsoon season but warmer than yesterday’s frozen hellscape. Just as I was prepping for some solo misery at 5:14 AM, Fletch rolls in like a spicy savior, hot sauce in hand. …

Hot Sauce, Bushwhackers, and Catapults: A Wet and Wild Morning at the A1C – from Jose10k

So there I was, ready to tackle the day in a parking garage, wetter than a swimsuit calendar in monsoon season but warmer than yesterday’s frozen hellscape. Just as I was prepping for some solo misery at 5:14 AM, Fletch rolls in like a spicy savior, hot sauce in hand. …

Last Q of the week, let’s take it easy, wait, who’s that coming up the ramp? – from Jose10k

Long week, 2 5ks yesterday, YHC was ready for some Yoga and stretching with Moby. Something simple and light. Then headlights appeared at the bottom of the ramp, Hogsbreath from Slidell came out here to join the group. I get it, no one goes to the Slash Pad anymore. Quarter …