Eighteen Pax came forth–most, it appeared, beswaddled from the lost and found at Curves: Woolly Vests, Suzy Chapstick headbands, tights, midriffs, Uggs, and skinny sweats with stirrups around the feet. No sign of the Lars sweater.
The only thing dumber than working out at 0530 is standing around at 0530, so we lit off into the gloom: Fellowship mosey to the Green and circle up close to the building, where the acoustics are much more sensitive to Zip-A-Dee’s enthusiastic counting. Mr. Bluebird is on my shoulder alright–and he’s screaming in my ear like Gilbert Godfried. An intermingling of sprints/bunny hops to top of the stairs with SSH’s / those Step-Over-The Stool things from P90X / I-Walkers / Slow Squat Jumps and maybe something else. I wasn’t really paying attention.
Mosey to the curb for statistical work: Median Suicides.
Round 2 – Similar, but with Curb Squat Jumps, an O’Tannenbaum favorite: squat your six to the curb then jump up.
Round 3 – Heels to heavens and sprints. Straight-legged in the 6″ position at the bottom.
Round 4 – Alternating AYG Sprints: All You Got. First group sprints out and back. Second group rests. Flapjack until completed.
CYB Mosey: Catch Your Breath on the way to the rock pile, then grab a rock for exercising, not for running.
Return rock. COT
MOLESKIN
If you’re not coming to Compass on Friday’s, you are missing out. Sure they’ve gone wobbly and moved it inside but the 2nd and 3rd F is outstanding. The books have been more or less a variation on a theme–the first was Be A Courageous Man; we just finished, Make A Courageous Resolution Like a Man; and the current one is Resolve to Fight Like a Courageous Warrior Man. And unlike The Stand, we welcome Pax with hair.
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