15 of south Charlotte’s finest gathered on a still relatively warm late October morning to get a great start to their Tuesdays. After the normal disclaimer, where I both disclaimed myself and announced that Hopper would be the substi-Q if needed, and that he, too, was indeed covered by the disclaimer, we were off.
Mosey to the turf field hockey and LAX field and circle up on the CL logo for COP. The relatively usual Hannibal warm-up:
Now that we’re warm, mosey to the end line, partnering up along the way.
Mosey to hot box, stopping briefly at the speed bump for 25 dollies to mark our territory.
At the hot box:
Active recovery with high flutter x25.
Mosey back to turf field, line up abreast on sideline. Heels to heaven suicide (run across field for 10 HtHs, back for 9, and so on to 1). Each time you cross the midfield point, drop and do one merkin.
About out of time, mosey to the parking lot by the MAC for 5 MoM (Rosalitas, low fast flutter, protractor).
AYG back to launch. Done
It was touch and go as to whether YHC would be good to go for this one, which I think made Hops a bit nervous (Hopper evidently never had a doubt, despite the fact that he had to be well aware he was on deck). YHC severely sprained an ankle during his last Q 19 days ago at Hydra, which still has some swelling. The original plan was to stay off the legs as much as possible, but then I was to have “surgery” (medical lingo for “we’re going to charge you more”) to have a wart removed on the right index finger, which would have made upper body work difficult. The thought crossed my mind that we might stand around and just look at each other, which was an entertaining concept just to see how the refusiniks would refuse that (would they break out in burpees?). But alas, no “surgery” was required, the ankle held up in its one and only test yesterday at Base Camp, and so we were all saved.
All went pretty much according to plan. Pop Tart realized about halfway through the first set that we really didn’t need to partner up, but rather just do half the exercises each. #OnToMe But, the mumble chatter around the whole partner thing made it worthwhile in itself. One Eye and another (couldn’t tell in the gloom) crushed this set and were consistently out in front.
On the way to the hot box, Semi Gloss accused me of making the workout up on the fly. No brother, it’s just a sign of greatness that you can’t tell. Geraldo led the way on this set, opting to up his game and did jump ups instead of step ups. It’s you against you, and he’s better for it. We were forced to evacuate the hot box following the third set, as Semi Gloss unloaded the gaseous remains of last night’s dinner (or was it 2 nights ago?).
The PAX didn’t seem all to excited to go back to the turf, but all put in good work to finish strong. The single merkin in the middle was a disguised burpee, and even the refusiks seemed to do most of them. #ImSmarterThanYou. Finished strong up the hill to meet up with the Runstopper led Fast Twitch crowd.
Thanks to Hopper for the takeout, and to Hope and Hopper for the opportunity to lead this fine group of men.