Sixteen Sallys…

Posted on Behalf of Smokey

The only other time I have ever been called Sally was on a golf course when I left a putt

short. However, this morning sixteen PAX donned the name proudly.

At precisely 5:30am we mosied to one of the back parking lots for a quick disclaimer,

twenty side straddle hops, twenty (Nashville) good mornings, and twenty imperial

walkers.

Another mosey led us across the street to a long rail on the side of the bank parking lot.

After a small technical difficulty, Moby’s song Flower (aka, Bring Sally Up) began to

play and supine pull-ups ensued.

Back to the parking lot for some good ole fashioned suicides. The first commenced with

fifteen hand release merkins at each light pole. For the second we did twenty LBC’s at

each light pole. Lastly, (with a groan) five burpees were performed at each stop.

Next, we traveled to the back parking lot where a lap with three rotation spots was

established. For the first lap we did, twenty-five LBC at the beginning, twenty merkins at

the end of the parking lot and twenty step ups. On the second lap, we rinsed and repeated

with the substitution of dips for step ups.

With just a few minutes left, over to the small track we went. A ladder of three down to

one pull-ups with a lap in between each.

On our way back to the cars, two stints of wall sits with fifty hand raises were performed

while Slim Fast sang All In All, Just Another Brick In The Wall…..

Back at the parking lot, we tried to kick over the wall with fifteen donkey kicks to no

avail. So, we showed it who was boss by finishing with BTW

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