20 Pax came out for a fun little hill run this morning. Great way to start the week!
1. Run the full circuit, including the drop to the base of Wilby at Sardis and back up.
2. Run the circuit again to the bottom of Wilby. Do exercises until the 6 comes in.
3. Suicides 4x to the mailboxes up Wilby hill (Triple Box)
5. Complete the circuit back to the base of Big Yucca and wait for the 6.
6. Run up Big Yucca forward, come back down to the base, and run up it backwards.
7. Run to the flag, say the pledge, and get back to the parking lot.
It was tougher than expected – or maybe I’m weaker than I want to admit. The Triple Box suicides on Wilby hill was a nice variation that everyone seemed to fall in love with. I vote we put it in the regular stock of activities. Frasier was handy this morning for rounding up the 6 whenever the rest of us were in the air-sucking recovery process. TL, Hairball, and Fletch rounded out the front pack. Plus we had “Chester” driving his pickup truck around us like a pace car. Couldn’t tell if he was thong’d up or not. I didn’t want to get that close. And the lady with the rabid dogs added something. She kept telling the dogs we were friends, but I think those mutts didn’t see anything but slabs of prime rib with running shoes on.
Horsehead created something really ugly when he founded Horsey. Total suck!
Swiss Miss on Q next week.
A few laps to loosen the legs up, some suicides to get the lungs working, and then a dedicated stretch of time on Big Yuca to shred your quads. Come join the fun!
Ten men and twenty-two 2.0’s braved the heat and ran around the field like Mad Hatters.
Freeze tag
Relay Races
Tug of War
47.3 seconds of a water balloon fight.
‘skin:
So I was late this morning. Everyone who knows me knows I’m going to be late. Nothing new there. Except I was actually 15 minutes early. I was the first one there with 15 minutes to spare. Unfortunately, I had 20 minutes of set up to do. So I was late this morning. Thanks to Pop Tart for helping me make up the 5 minute deficit. And to Young Love and Alf for carrying a giant cooler filled with 150 pounds of water balloons 75 yards from car to field. By the way, those rapid-fill, auto-sealing, “as seen on TV” water balloons actually work.
The workout started with freeze tag. There were six 2.0’s who were “it” and armed with pool noodles for extra reach (stole that from Honey Bee – I have no shame!) and four 2.0’s who were “heaters” and could thaw you after being frozen. Get frozen 3 times and your dead. Played two rounds to see who was the last 2.0 standing. You’d be surprised how far a noodle extends a kid’s reach. I think TL was the last Dad standing each time. Alf’s daughters have speed and survived the longest.
Relay was less successful. Took way too long. Each person had to run-crawl-run carrying a water balloon. If the balloon breaks, you start again. The first lap, the balloon was carried in your hand. The second lap, the balloon was carried in a butterfly net. The third, in an UNUSED toilet plunger. The fourth, on a soup ladle. Took too long and got a little boring. On the plus side, the 2.0’s figured out they could suction the plungers to their stomachs and turn themselves into battering rams. Stone Cold and I figured out we’re bald enough to suction them to our heads and act like unicorns. The things you learn on a hot Saturday morning …
The 2.0’s then had two rounds of tug of war. The teams were evenly matched. When we shouted go, the rope snapped tight and barely moved. The kids were giving their all. It was great to see them dig in and work together. The Dads kept offering advice as to proper leg position and leaning. Both sides fought all the way to the end. Which is better than the Dads. When it was just the Dads on the rope, the weaker losers did the sissy thing and let go of the rope instead of accept their humiliation like men. I will admit it’s tough to feel victorious when you’re flat on your back with someone’s Reeboks in your scalp.
And then it was time for a water balloon fight. You can’t imagine how fast 200 balloons disappear. Well worth the wait, but I should have brought a second cooler filled with another 200. Only had one 2.0 take a hit from a balloon that didn’t pop. It leaves a mark. But they recovered after a few tears and it all ended well.
Circle up to count off and then ball of man/kids with Stone Cold praising the Lord. Just another Saturday in June.