Warmups:
Disclaimer given at 05:30:00 sharp, pre runners were just strolling in…changing shirts, milling around in no apparent hurry to circle up. They seemed to have a slight air of confidence about them. Sorta like “hey, you see what I just did? Yeah, that’s right I pre ran 3 miles. Before your silly assed workout.” Site Q was also fumbling around with the Shovelflag and clearly was in no hurry to comply with the Q’s start time of 05:30:00. Couple more cars came slurkin in to start. Everyone seemed to say “you start your Q boss, but we’ll start when we’re good and ready, you old bastard”.
Q had enough of that, so after about 3 SSH’s in cadence, he decided it was time to bolt. This was taken straight out of the Book of Kapowski. Dude did that to me one time because I rolled up late with my shoes in my hand. I deserved it and so did those slurkers. Sidenote: I think I made up the word Slurker. Slurkin’: Verb, as in to Slurk. Example: Pump and his crew of pre-runners gave me the Stink Eye as they were slurkin around even as it was time to start the workout.
Ran to Tooth Fairy’s office parking lot for WW2’s, Jane Fondas, and something else I can’t recall at this point. Windmills maybe. Russian Twists? Sorry, I really don’t recall. Note: The counting of cadence was extra loud at this point. There also seemed to be an air of sarcasm mixed in as well.
Off we went to HHS parking lot that was the scene of Fuse calling a lunge walk the entire length of the parking lot. As an ode to him and his Tomfoolery, I called one merkin per parking spot across the same length. I think I called him an a’hole, but it’s only because I love him. Yeah, it’s a weird way to show another man love, but Plan B for showing affection – giving him a wet, sloppy tongue kiss – is currently frowned upon.
Next exercise was to run from stoplight to stoplight down HHS Hill road. Every time you come across an intersection do as many squats as the number of the street. IE: at 3rd St NW, give me 3 squats. After the first lap, the number was increased to 2x the Street Number.
Mosey back towards LR parking lot.
Still had some time left so we went down 8th Ave to old College Park. At the CP parking lot, 20 WW2’s. Run to the top for 15 WW2. Run to the bottom for 10. Top for 5.
That’s it.
Most of us ran out of time before we could finish.
Circle up at COT.
More Sidenotes:
- forgot to start my watch until 1/2 way through the workout
- reminder: workout starts at 05:30
- tried to get the pax to run through one of Pumpernickle’s fart bombs. Luckily for all, it had diffused by the time we hit it.
- Fuse and I hung out after everyone else jetted. We chatted about several things. He listened. He offered advice from the heart. That dude is solid. Many thanks for that time spent with you bossman.
- I picked on the ruckers too, but what’s new eh? I do love yall and can’t wait for GrowRuck SC. Going to be awesomely terrible.
- I picked on the runners too, but what’s new eh? I love yall too.
- In summary, just don’t listen to me. Mostly. I’m a blowhard.
- TWSS
- Saving this as a draft so I can sleep in it. $5 says I’ll rewrite it anyway. SIDENOTE: I did.
- I trimmed about 4 paragraphs out of the beginning that described where I was the day before in way too much detail. Here’s the summary:
- I was in Pigeon Forge attending the District 8 Fire Marshal’s conference.
- PF is home to as many pancake houses as NC is to hogs.
- Ok, maybe NC has a few more hogs than PF has Pancake Houses but it’s gotta be close.
- Also home to a lot of hillbillies.
- Masks are mostly frowned upon apparently.
- It was an epic waste of time.
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