Weather:  60.  Humid, with a touch of Swamp.  No surprises here.

Thang:

Warmups.  Standard:  SSH, ATT, Humpties.  Jane Fondas added to see that Abe would start grumbling about doing these.  He did not disappoint.

Mosey around track, with a stop at the visitor’s bleacher.  Bunny Hops to the top.  Continue mosey to my sweet ride to pick up the Sand Babies.  But first, a quick Group Squat to ensure extreme uncomfort from all Swamp Skeggers.  They did not disappoint.

Mosey w/ Sand Babies back to the foosball field.  Leave them alone for the time being.

Lunge walk distance of football field.  Stop every 10 yards for 5 star jumps.  Reach 100 yards, sprint back to start.

Broad jump 100 yards, stopping every 10 yard to give me 5 merkins.  Sprint back.

Shorty took over Q for a round of Asheville Abs @ 8 count.

Russian Twist IC 15

Gas Pumps IC.  15

Sand Baby Bear Crawl to 50 yard line.

Next, number of reps was 50.  Exercises w/ Sand Babies called:

Once each exercise was complete, pax to run across field, up visitor’s bleacher’s and back.  Pax were also given the choice to finish each exercise with an amount Hand Release Merkins so the total number was 50 reps.  IE:  Do 30 curls, and then 20 HR Merkins.  Or 10 Curls and 40 HRM.  Or 5 Curls and 45 HRM.  You get the point, right?

On the last lap as if he was told to do so, Abe started talking to Cat Daddy about Old ER and how miserable it was.  Little did he know that that was the last exercise that we were getting ready to do.  Or at least as close as I could come given the pancake flat terrain.  We needed 5 stops.  While carrying the Sand Babies:

Time’s Up.

WOD:  Iron Sharpens Iron.  It really does.  While he wasn’t the only pax that has or continues to push me, Abraham certainly gets credit for being the original dancing idiot that talked me into dipping my toe into the Pool of Stupid.  See P200, BRR and Parade of Horribles as examples of what you may find in the PoS.

This Q was 2 years in the making.  2 years and 4 months to be exact.  That’s when my man Abraham left the HKY for Manning.  No one doubted that he would plant a shovel flag down in the Swamp.  While we were dining at the mildly mediocre Garden of Eden restaurant, I promised him that I would come down to Q a workout there.  It was great to meet some more fellas from the Swamp to see how he’s changing their lives and how they are changing other men around them.  This F3 thing just might work after all.

Private/Public Notes to Self:

Aye,

CE Out