14 men and one 2.0 braved the 8 mighty lots of St. Mary Kays Cathedral today. One FNG survived and earned a new moniker with a side of PTSD. We all sweated, abundantly.
I got my moneys worth. I’m not sure about the rest of you, but the final couple of laps were rough. I knew this would be a challenge, but I was not prepared for the amount of sweat leaving my body, even with the waters I had out there.
Welcome FNG “Hump Day”, named after the 55gallon Camelbak that he entered with and quickly discarded after the initial round of Side Straddle Sloshes. Strong showing.
Negative TClaps to BLC for calling the Burpees on Round 5, which meant we had to repeat them for several more rounds. We almost caught a break, because nobody could understand what he was saying. (un)Fortunately Gummy was carrying around a Redneck Rosetta Stone (pocket edition) and we figured it out.
Be right back, gotta pull this plank out of my eye.
Ok – that’s better.
Saturday beckons and Real Life > F3, so I must apologize if this seems a bit parsimonious. Hope you guys enjoyed the workout.
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