Husky Pep

Husky Pep

“That sounds fantastic” was the text from the injury-prone, mono-browed, granola eating Pax from Effingham.  My guess is that he drove by the Wal-Mart on the way in and couldn’t help himself. #Pavlov. He would have made 18, which would been good on two levels:  1) We were going to group up in threes and 2) It’s an even number; in engineering we only use the even numbers.  But 17 it is, leaving Smokey and I do the work of three men.

The Substi-TRuckster, with a cavernous 120 cubic feet of cargo volume, the largest of the Family SUV fleet, means one thing:  Prowler.  That’s because I didn’t buy the one with removable posts and the blasted thing won’t fit in the TRuckster.  [SIDE NOTE:  Any pax with a welding machine, DM me.I want to pimp my Prowler.]   Also unloaded: the 100 lb heavy bag, which, with a quick glance, is easily mistaken for Runstopper:  short, black and hairless (also difficult to carry when sweaty).  Last out was the 48 kg KB (105.6 lbs–basically Turkey Leg with a handle).

Each team of three takes a turn with the stuff.  Go to the median, switch, come back.

• The Prowler +100 lbs
• Heavy Bag: pick up, bear hug and carry (modify on shoulder)
• Farmer walk the 48 (combined with a 28)

The waiting teams do various KB exercises.

• Round 1:  Alternating swings
• Round 2: Lunges
• Round 3: Snatches
• Round 4: RDL/Good mornings
• There may have been another round in here.  It sure seems like it went on for about 4 days, not rounds.

Run a lap between rounds.

Finisher: 4 minutes of snatches.  The prompts Harley to rip off his shirt with his best Hulk Hogan impersonation and team Tackleberry to break into a vigorous set of Standing and Talking.

MOLESKINE

Lots of first timers on the Prowler.  It’ll gum up the legs and spike the heart rate pretty quick, not to mention leave you temporarily hearing-impaired.  We didn’t have very much weight on it today, but what we lacked in normal force, we more than made up for in coefficient of friction.  That was one sticky sled.  The low handles bruised more than a few egos but Puddin’ Pop knocked it out at least once. Were there any others? Don’t know that anyone got the low handles moving uphill.  Expect to see more of the Prowler soon. Upside for pax: not as easy to hide in bushes as the plates.

Blue shirt day for Puddin’ Pop and Cold Cuts was killing it on the hot laps around the parking lot. Frosty Paws and the heavy bag shared some tender moments, Stone Cold borrowing shirts from Mr. Brady. Tackleberry getting frustrated with Prowler, looking for comfort from a tall blonde chick. None to be found.

Hacker brings the pain next week, finally earning RESPECT status. #AsianBurpees may or may not be included.