A veteran group of pax mustered at Basecamp this morning. Semi-gloss, who needed to take care of some paperwork in his office, was LIFO, but oddly enough – kept his shirt on the entire schweaty workout. Strange Brew started the workout shirtless, only to put a shirt on after COT.
Anyhoo, after a weak disclaimer that included a warning to avoid the construction at SCMS, the pax launched into the soupy south CLT gloom.
Ye Olde Moleskinny Thang:
We ran down to the track for a lap then to midfield for COP. Already much mumble chatter and complaining about actually being on grass – Spackles, Clover & Gloss were fulfilling that role as per the norm. We did some stuff including the broken sprinkler. Then up to the rocks near Gloss’ office for 3 circuits of rock work and some bear crawls which 1/2 the pax refuseniked, some did other exercises, some did nothing. Strong work.
Then back to the track for some four corners and some Mary in between – CCD’s, Merkins, Jump Squats at the corners.
Did some parking lot work after that while avoiding being run over by a backhoe. Burpee broad jumps and some more Mary. Finito.
One editorial comment: It’s easy to bitch & moan these days, but try practicing gratitude. If you don’t think you’ve got reasons for which to give thanks — give me a call. I’ve got several for you.