As three PAX rolled in right on time on a windy morning, mumblechatter was subdued by both the news of a major change in the life of one PAX (answered prayers!) and the major pain that YHC knew awaited them.
Warmup: usuals plus some Moroccan Night Clubs to warm some still sore shoulders from last week’s craziness–SSH, WM, AC, Cherry Pickers, IW, SL.
Thang 1:
It all started with what at first sounded like a pretty challenging set of 11’s–jump squats at one stop sign and leg raises at the other, about 100m apart: start with 10 jump squats and 1 leg raise, then 9 jump squats and 2 leg raises, and on until 1 jump squat and 10 leg raises with the mode of transportation between being an all out sprint there and carioca back.
Then, to add some flair to what would already be a cardio beast, for the duration of the rest of the beatdown, all PAX would stop and do five burpees for every car that pulled through.
Which was a lot.
T-claps to Percolator and Paradox for keeping up with YHC who was freshly motivated by a few days on a Lenten silent retreat. One of the major lesson learned there: there is no real growth without pain. Paradax vowed to never allow YHC to Q after a retreat again.
Thang 2:
After a good cardio/leg burner, YHC opted for another cardio/leg burner–Baba O’Reilly (song by The Who–“Teenage wasteland…”) with Imperial Walkers in rhythm for the duration of the song. Percleator knew what we were in for, but it was a new experience for Paradox, who learned that Peter Frampton makes the legs heavy and the neck ache. And, somehow, for those five minutes, not a car passed, though a burpee break would certainly have been welcomed.
Finished with a few minutes left for Mary (and a set or two of burpees): Crunchy Frogs, Dying Cockroaches, maybe something else.
COT–thanksgiving for answered prayers and God’s faithfulness, and intercession for that same faithfulness for family members going through an especially hard time. Shared gratitude for what a massive difference it makes having brothers to push ourselves with and the creativity we’ve come to expect in every beatdown, excited to see what we’ll face together.
Thanks for letting me lead, gents.
SYITG,
Goose
