Do as I do, not as I say

Do as I do, not as I say

It’s been over a year grinding at the sweat factory without every trying a go at being foreman.  Try as I might to continue this streak, my will was finally broken and I found myself leading a group of 20 (7 for 54 seconds, the other 13 for 45 minutes) around the Cuthbertson campus. By using the term “leading”, I mean I ran in front (for the most part) of them and mumbled incoherently my plans for the next exercise.  Much to my dismay, the only time anyone heard me was when I couldn’t count to three.

Warm-up: 

Pretty uneventful, just some Big 10’s (SSH) and seven random dudes crashing your party. One had a flag celebrating the World Series win of a certain professional sports team last night another with a toddler echo microphone to shove in my face in hopes to amplify my whispers. I considered doing the Fuse Box v. Exercise Dice, but thought of the small child who’s day I might ruin.

Cliff notes version:

25 SSH, 20 Imperial Walkers, Jimmy Dugan’s, Plank Stretch stuff, then Merkins

The Thang:

We started with some stuff and then did some more. Not enough? Ok:

Determined to make these guys run we went a full 50 feet to the first lamp on the back side of the middle school. We Paul Abdul’d it with Merkins and Burpees over to Transporter’s shed, followed by some Mary as the 6 filed in. Upon their arrival we moseyed on over to the cul-de-sac next to the football field. The (well spoken and clear) announcement was made that we’d be doing 3 sets of deep fence squats at the top and jump squats at the bottom. We began to run again and I heard many a “What did he say we’re doing?”, they must’ve been joking let’s just go. 2 sets in I decided to audible down to only 2 sets, then proceeded to head towards a third. Ha! Suckers, just proved that you guys only pretend not to hear me. Like that episode of the Brady bunch when that awful Mr. Duggan faked those injuries and damages when he had that small fender bender with Mrs. Brady. Thank goodness for Mr. Brady throwing his briefcase and foiling his plan.

Sorry, that’s something I do. Just randomly start talking about things and going on and on….and like REALLY loudly.

We moseyed some more over to the benches for a dip ladder where the counting problems spread to the PAX on this bus. We fuddled through and ran over for some step ups. Apparently Dana went to the Moneyball Q school because the old “For each leg?” question reared it’s ugly head.  We ran some more found a wall for some jabs and air presses. We ran some more and did light to light merkins. We ran some more and ran some more, rounding the first lot Indian Run style. Some tried to slow the bus down but we did two laps at a fast Clydesdale pace. From there we circled up to Mary until I could say that I was officially done with my VQ.

Moleskin:

Is it inappropriate to use the term “butt holes” in a backblast? Asking for a friend. Anyhowser, a special thanks to that small group of dudes that I hold so near and dear to my heart for continuing to “encourage” me to step up and lead. It really wasn’t that terrible, at least for me, I can’t speak to the poor PAX who tried to figure out what I was suggesting. It was great to see Fuse Box nowhere near the 6 all day and everyone else push throughout the post. Foundation promised to keep his knee out my back and let me get some sleep now that I’ve Q’d Flash (I’ll believe it when I see it).  I only finally broke down because of how great you guys all are.

Let’s not hold our breath waiting for my next one though…..

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