18 men rose in the pre-dawn gloom of the A51 AO to join together for the weekly ritual we’ve all come to enjoy. This morning, a two-fold challenge was thrown down: (1) complete the workout, and (2) avoid the pain cave — don’t let your fellow PAX suffer on their own:
Arrived at 5 am to use my 2.0’s sidewalk chalk only to discover that the parking lot we normally use was full of cars. Fortunately, plenty of other concrete to use. Unfortunately, meant we had to run a bit longer each round.
I had the “pleasure” of partnering with Brown for the CMIYC — my traps and back are still sore from the “pleasure” of lugging his KB around the church. Strong work, my friend. Thanks for partnering with me. Next time, we stay in the back and make use of a #radioflyer.
A fair number of Larry Birds, I think (hard to tell with this type of workout), but our War Daddy, Sussudio, was making us all look like little kids out there. Dude arrived 30 minutes early for a pre-run, then proceeded to lap everyone on The Challenge. At the end of the workout, he told me he was feeling a little extra energy lately. I asked him about the little blue pill, but I couldn’t hear his smarta$$ answer as he sped off ahead of me.
Not sure where everyone finished in The Challenge, but I think it is safe to assume that no one made it to the extra credit. Good work by all though, especially our FNG. Heck of a way to make an entrance. Take heart – it does get easier (but, then we’ll laugh at the size of your kettlebell and make you get a bigger one and then it’ll get harder again).
Great job by all with the mumblechatter/encouragement. No joke, this workout was tough. Most folks were suffering from oxygen deprivation most of the time. But, with a group of 18, there was almost always someone who could offer an encouraging grunt. The grunts helped the time fly by.