Whip, Christmas, Manziel, Baron, BLC, Chubbs, Spyglass, HH
8 Pax, filled with wanderlust and desire and one filled with last night’s burrito bowl.
Warmup in the darkest spot on campus, over near the graveyard.
The preblast noted a South Carolina man who was stabbed with a ceramic squirrel by his significant other, after a beerless return from a requested errand. How do we avoid this situation? Do exactly what you are told. Thus, the theme of this workout was me doing exactly what the pax told to me to. Don’t tell anyone that they ended up doing what I had planned all along while thinking it was their idea, that’s the beauty of how these things go down.
Pax choice: starfish on the wet (but oh so soft) lacrosse field, or in front of the church on the dry, unforgiving pavement. We went pavement for a few rounds.
During R3 of this, Chubbs went pale and bolted to the portajohn. So, we did what any good group would do and moseyed on over for some encouragement. He was shining some sort of light inside, which counteracts my general portajohn philosophy of dark blissful ignorance, but to each man his own.
Mosey to tennis hut and partner up for a couple rounds of one guy runs while one guy exercises.
Back to launch with one round of 10/20/30 plus a run to the spirit rock to kill off a few mins.
I’ve been laying a bit low on the backblasts lately, largely due to the fact that many of the things going on in the world today have me at risk of spouting off my mouth (or keyboard) and digging myself into trouble. However, a few things have me feeling a little better these days, so I figured I’d get this one out there. Here are some things I’ve tried recently that you may want to consider:
A few observations from the workout:
Quote for the weekend:
“There’s a big difference between the words, ‘naked’ and ‘nekkid.’ ‘Naked’ means you don’t have any clothes on. ‘Nekkid’ means you don’t have any clothes on … and you’re up to something.” – Lewis Grizzard