A raucous crowd of 31 descended on undoubtedly, the liveliest Friday workout in Area 51. Per usual, some came for the workout, some came for the show. Sifting through the fog of a 4:something AM jarring iPhone alarm, the thought crossed the minds of the greater south Mecklenburg: Can a “runner” actually “lead” a “bootcamp” workout? Great question. Glad you asked. I got no fewer than 4 texts last night: “What are we doing tomorrow?”, “Will we run a lot?”, “If I’m a [radio edit], should I really post at Kevlar?” Everyone showed up. Strong.
Here’s how it shook out:
10 burpees OYO –
Mosey to the church lot. SSH x 25 IC, Imperial hip stretchers x 20 IC, Carolina dry DOGS x 20 IC, Peter “Petey Pablo” Parkers x 20IC
Here’s where it got weird(er).
10 bear squats
Broad jumps across parking spaces to the each median. Repeato 10 bear humps at each median. We did hit 4 or so medians.
Get in groups of 3, or just do whatever you want, Tiger Rag.
Here’s where it got even weirder.
Partner 1 rests his feet on partner 2’s shoulders, whilst holding plank position. Partner 2 then overhead presses partner 1’s legs. Gotta be some lame name for these – look it up. Bonus: partner 2 options facing towards or away from Partner 1. Only one group chose the forward facing option. It was so weird.
Meannnnnwhile, partner 3 runs a half loop around the median, back to P1 and P2 and takes one of their place. We did +/- 2 sets of these each.
Next: Forward-facing partner carries
Mosey to the end of the parking lot. Suicides back around the horseshoe. Some guys were giving it their all, and some guys were really sandbagging it out there. The mediocre effort was noted and quite embarrassing. To the guys working hard a big TCLAPS.
We circled up for some Mary somewhere between the church and the main entrance.
We yogged around the building to the patio and did some more partner circuit work – dips, merks, and a hustle around the lot.
Probably the only “running” we did was the triple Indian run back around the lot to the school.
We wrapped up with another 10 burps OYO and a set of J-Lo #Jennyonthablock
Moleskinny
All-star crew out there today. Q’ing Kevlar is like riding that bull in the rodeo. You know, the one that’s mean, big, and won’t hesitate to give you the ol’ roshambo if you let your guard down. You can’t win with this crew. The moment you get out of your whip, you’re sunk. Bulldog “threatened” a Q-jack less than 10 minutes in. The weird stuff carried on, and apparently I was still “leading”, proving his bark is worse than his bite #woof #dogpun.
Welcome to FNG Krusty – came out with Big Top (circus reference?). Dude is a Michigan native and was rocking the Big Blue tank top out of the gate. Anyone who posts in a tank their FNG post is grade-A in my book. Solid work out there today bro- look forward to seeing you out again.
Semi gloss was rockin’ a schmedium thunder road shirt. Not sure if he stole it from his wife, or what the story is. I’ll just leave it at that.
Swiper and Puddin pop were a real orchestra today. One was barritone and one was more soprano. You be the judge.
TR never stopped singing the song from a youtube video titled: “Weird Russian Singer”. Again, i’ll just leave that right here. The thumbnail image says it all.
Right at 2 miles today, gents. Hope you got what ya came for: a weird, weird 45 minutes of something.
Palmolive hands? Pish posh, Keith B. Angry, pish posh, indeed.
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Very impressive Hairball. Not your crazy exercises and the “Ace & Gary” vibe you brought (Bulldog’s words not mine). But the fact you hung in there from the first refusnik (of many) and on every cadence count and continued during what was easily the loudest/rowdiest post I’ve ever had the privilege of attending. And based on the feedback afterward, a majority of us still got in a great workout. Well done!!
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