The Gipper
The Gipper

“Extreme Couponing”

The PAX gathered at the trailhead on a much colder than expected morning. The thang started with a warmup at the trailhead with ssh, iw, mountain climbers, hillbillies, and arm circles all 15x in cadence. Afterwards YHC supplied everyone in the pax with their very own coupon with which we …

“I’m out there, Jerry. And I’m loving every minute of it!” ~Cosmo Kramer

A Pax of four showed up today under the Gipper statue to “love every minute of it.” here’s how it went: salutations short disclaimer warmup 20xIC side straddle hops 20xIC windmills 20xIC imperial walkers 20xIC toe touches 20xIC hillbillys 20xIC sealjacks 20xIC imaginary kettle ball pickups, alternating leading leg 20xIC …

Walkin’ Tall

Another beautiful morning in the gloom at the Covington Trailhead.  The PAX gathered and got to work straight away with a dynamic warmup using the train platform:  heal to toe walks, lunges, shuffles, skips, freestyle shoulder swing toe walks, backstroke shoulder swing toe walks, carioca and a few other exercises …

Foggy Mountain Breakdown

There certainly are no mountains in Covington but we do have stairs, plenty of fog this time of year, and YHC believes that Einstein could sing a plaintive Bluegrass tune or two if requested.  It was that kind of morning as the PAX converged around the shovel flag in the …

Sandbaggin’

The shovel flag is now a regular fixture at the Covington Trailhead on Wednesday mornings. City employees have embraced the PAX.  One glance at Tank-Up counting out his Merkins have them convinced that we are some sort of retired SEAL collective. So the PAX got down to business this morning with …

Just in Time

Great to see Collard Greens and Tank-Up return for their second post this morning.  Something about the approaching storm motivated the 4 strong PAX to get after it without delay, warming up with a sense of urgency under the Gipper’s gaze:  Seal Jacks 20x IC, IW 20x IC, Torso Twists …

“Ya-honk”

“The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night; Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation; The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen close; I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.” …Walt Whitman; Leaves of Grass   …