Grippy

Grippy

When Stone Cold asks you to co-Q what he really means is, “I don’t want to write a backblast on a Saturday.”  And so he isn’t. And I am.  The nine of us paired up in threes for stations:

• STATION 1:  Prowler (timer) / Body Bag / Farmer walk 48+32 (from the tips) or 32+28 (ladies tees)
• STATION 2: Box jump / voo doo push ups / dumb bell press
• STATION 3: Fire hose drag / Extinguisher squats or presses / med ball merkins

Three rotations through to get everyone a turn on the Prowler, then run a mile. Repeat x2 until Angry Mary by Runstopper.

COT

MOLESKINE

• The lack of low bar Prowler movement had some blaming their treadless shoes, rather than where blame really lay (lie, lain, lye): their muscle-less arse.
• Gummy Got Back, though. He didn’t carry the Prowler, but he pushed it like a hoss.  The only low bar for the out AND the back.  Lots of courtesy turns for the rest of the Pax.
• Hopper came in looking like a castaway.  Was stuck on a raft for three weeks drifting from Cape Cod to Hilton Head.
• Kotters to Backdraft and the thousand pounds of retired fire gear in the back of his truck.  If you need hoses or old fire extinguishers, he’s your man.
• Good to see Deep Dish; then almost immediately forget he was ever there. Saw him later in the day and asked where he was this morning.  Sorry, dude.
• Need to dial up the LBs for Abba the next time. Too easy.
• Flutie Flakes most likely put in an exceptional effort, but it went entirely unnoticed and I’ll just go ahead and admit that right here.
• He’s Runstopper on Saturdays and StopRunner on Sundays (#Galloway).
• Stone Cold celebrated the first day of his 44th year by debuting some kind of seat condom that he was WAY too excited about.  “It’s grippy on the bottom and don’t slide or nuttin’.”  Kind of like the Prowler.