- When:08/20/15
- QIC: Bananas
- The PAX: Brown, Bulldog, Witch Doctor, Franks, Horsehead, Hacker, Voodoo, Chanel, Sony, Bananas (QIC)
Schwetty Bells
I slid in sideways at 5:29 with the AC/DC pumping on the pill just in time to get the blood pumping with the bros.
Warmup: 30 swings
The Workout:
10 x 10 One Hand Swings Each Hand
10 Merkins between each set
10 x 10 Snatches
5×5 Goblet Squats
10 Carolina Dry Docks between each set
10×10 Lawnmower rows each hand
10 Two hand press between each set
4 MOM (Flutter Press, Protractor, Freddy Merc, 20 Merkins IC)
Moleskine:
Lots of jaws flapping when I showed up with a full minute to spare.
Voodoo had an idea of what was coming when I tipped my hand that it smelled a lot like my Foxhole Q on Monday, only twice the reps.
Witch Doc and Bulldog were tearing through the snatches. (Made a note to pick up a kettlebell scale at Muscle Driver). The snatches were by far the worst of it, however, the lawnmower rows with the push presses takes a ton of strength and energy too. Double H went out with a dizzy spell and YHC offered him the Muscle Milk from the console to reinvigorate the male, however Witch Doc shut him down and told him that it would kill him instantly. That only led to Brown and I discussing what animals we would eat in the yard on the way back into the house after this insane workout. I went squirrel, but Brown justified a rabbit because the rabbit eats more veggies and that would satisfy the Witch Doc’s prescribed food groups. Check this out and see if it’s a happy medium? If nothing else it’s hilarious. www.savethebros.com
Bananas author
Another tough Q, Bananas. Knowing what was coming didn’t make it any better. At least you skipped the lunge/one arm press combo you pulled at Foxhole. Of course, we traded that for double the snatches, which was an awful idea. Way to live up to the pre-blast.
Good luck today. Thanks for leading.
So the whole dizzy thing is back . . . which is great. I’m just going to backpack an inflatable mattress with me from now on.
What was worse than the threat of undesired CPR from Freedom was the threat of resident BROctologists Dr. Bananas and Dr. Brown attempting to pour expired Muscle Milk (likely found under a car seat) down my throat so that I could complete the workout. I figure if that didn’t work, then hooking me up to Voodo’s Tesla battery would be next.
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