Lured out of the fartsack by the enticement of the money-back guarantee of an objectionable beatdown, eight eagerly posted. With a gruff greeting they were read their rights, debriefed, and mosied with anticipation into morning misery.
A quarter mile jog ended with a warmup: Abe Vagodas, sun gods, SSHs, grass pickers, and squats.
The Thang
The warmup was proceeded with a 100-yard dash and some plank work: plank jacks, merkins, peter parkers, shoulder taps. The PAX shuffled down the lane to the band shell for step ups, incline merkins, box jumps, decline merkins, and dips. A half mile mosey to the bball court followed for partner work consisted of suicides and reps of dry docks, crab cakes, and burpees. Wall work ensued with balls to the wall, people’s chair, should press, leg lifts and a final mosey. A round of mary was the perfect culmination to the brisk pace and perfuse panting.
The PAX ended with announcements, namearama and prayers at 6:15ish.