The Poky Little Puppy

The Poky Little Puppy

It was a relatively warm but wet winter morning.  There, five little puppies 19 men dug a hole under the fence passed the gates of SCMS and went for a walk mosey in the wide wide world.  Through the meadow gates they went, over the bridge down the road to 51 and past the street lights (stopping for escalating burpees at each – 1-10), across the green grass sidewalk and up the hill, one after the other with your partner.

And went they got to the top of the hill, they counted themselves did 22s on the fencing beside Davie Park with dips and derkins.  But one little puppy wasn’t there.

“Now where in the world is that poky little puppy Semi Gloss?” they wondered.  For he certainly wasn’t on top of the hill.  He wasn’t going down the other side.  The only thing they could see going down was a fuzzy caterpillar lady walking a dog.  He wasn’t coming up this side.  The only thing they could see coming up was a quick green lizard car going 80 mph.

But when they looked down at the grassy place near the bottom of the hill, there he was, running round and round laying face down, his nose to the ground.

“What is he doing?” the four eighteen little puppies men asked one another.  And down they went to see, roly-poly, pell-mell, tumble-bumble, till they came to the green grass; and there, they stopped short.

“What in the world are you doing?” they asked.

“I smell something!” said the poky little puppy Semi Gloss.

Then the four eighteen little puppies men began to sniff, and they smelled it, too.

“Rice pudding GROSS!” they said.

And home to Calvary they went, as fast as they could go, over the hill, up the road, through the meadow left on Rea, and under the fence to entrance 3.  And there, sure enough was dinner 7s with backward running, jump lunges, and jump squats waiting for them, with rice pudding 33s with LBCs and Flutters waiting for dessert.

But their mother was greatly displeased.  “So you’re the little puppies who dig holes under fences!” she said.  “No rice pudding 33s tonight!”  And (before they could finish) she made them go run straight to bed back to SCMS.

But the poky little puppy Semi Gloss came home back after everyone was sound asleep finished with bonus Mary.

He ate up all the rice pudding and crawled into bed fell over on his back as happy as a lark.

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YHC has either been reading too many children’s books lately OR SG looks like the poky little puppy.  Maybe a combination.  Anyway, that little bit of plagiarism creative writing mostly covered the workout.  And, some of it is mostly true.

YHC was is feeling a bit under the weather, fighting a cold…so calling cadence was not an option today.  Instead, opted to go with simple combination exercises targeting different areas:  burpees to warm up, dips / derkins (upper), lunges / squats / backward run uphill (legs), and LBCs / flutters (core).  And we ran a little bit.

We had to cut the 33s short due to time – and not because Dollywood was about to lap me.  I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea on the rationale there.  Most pax arrived back to SCMS near 6:15, where Stone Cold led some OT Mary that hopefully made up for the shortfall.

Partnering up was for two reasons:  1) Knew we were covering some ground (3+ miles) and going to spread out, and partners make it harder to drop someone. 2) Dumbocrats were planned for the run back #equalopportunitysuck, but we ran out of time.  Another day, I suppose.

General observations:  Witch Doctor has at least college level DB back peddling skills.  He was flying on the backward runs.  Dollywood was out front on the 33s – may have caught Bushwood on the run back (6:30 pace I hear).  Puddin’ Pop becoming a runner???  Wolfman was there – still alive – and he didn’t leave early.  Win win win.  First time, I think, seeing Back Office since he ran a marathon for our BRR team last year.  Appreciate the help provided by Busch, Bushwood, Stone Cold, and Semi to keep us mostly together.

SG – Thanks for the keys today.

• Kirk