Me winning isn’t. You do.

Me winning isn’t. You do.

Like Danny Noonan did for Al Czervik, I took the call from Semi-Gloss and stepped in for his broken down, old-man body to take the wheel at Death Valley this morning.

Sufficiently disclaimed, no shovel flag in sight (is there a DV shovel flag?), we immediately headed off campus into Raintree to avoid the sloshy fields of SCMS. Warmup jog to Rising Meadow, interrupted by intermittent warmup exercises (IW, SSH, Merkins, Mountain Climber, Slow Squat). Gather at the bottom of Rising Meadow.

Triple Nickel up the hill with jump squats at the top, hand-release merkins at the bottom. Recovery after with some Mary. Get back to the top of the hill with alternating bear crawls and lunge walks.

AYG down the street, around the circle and back. 1/4 mile total maybe. Repeat. Partner up. Partner 1 does that same loop. Other partner down the hill and back up. Hand slap merkins when the partners meet. Flap jack and repeat. Slow mosey down the hill and do some stuff to recover.

Slow jog to the intersection. More stuff to recover. Dodge the school bus. Then AYG back to the school. Busch and Turkey Leg accepted the challenge from the much younger Swiper – old men win.

Gather in the parking lot for more stuff. Mary, merkins, etc. AYG to the basketball goal. All a little fuzzy at this point. A couple more sprints in the parking lot. 10 burpees OYO. Done. Mercy.

Moleskine
Lots of hands on knees throughout and at the end. And nobody complained when we quit a minute early. So that’s a win.

Furball wore a collared shirt. Trying to up the dress code at DV. Puddin’ Pop did not seem affected in his regular solid gray Wednesday shirt.

There was other awesome stuff, but I need to do some accounting now.

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Anson County launch this weekend. Contact Glass Joe or Horsehead.
Best 3rd F group in town, Aftermath, meets right after DV at the Piper Glen Starbucks.