Da Vinci’s Symphony of Pain
Date: 2024-03-23 AO: davinci Q: midriff PAX: soft_pretzel, Olaf, das_boot, teddyf3, war_eagle, Odd Job FNGs: None COUNT: 7 Yesterday, we embarked on a journey that tested our limits, forged our wills, and solidified our brotherhood. As the sun peeked over the horizon, six HIMs answered the call to conquer the gloom at Saturday’s most prestigious AO. Here’s the tale of our epic saga.
Our quest began in the shadow of the familiar, yet always daunting, concrete jungle. We circled up for a brief moment of camaraderie before diving headfirst into the abyss. A symphony of supine rows below the yoga studio stairs to awaken our slumbering muscles, followed by the explosive melody of jump squats, set the tone for what was to become an hour-long odyssey.
Mosey to the sacred grounds beside Target to retrieve concrete blocks. Partner up for squat thrusters, curls and flutter kicks with press while partner runs to third light and back. Balls to the wall in between sets – an Odd Job favorite.
Our journey then led us to the infamous hill, where sprint intervals awaited. The hill, steeped in legend and lore, tested our resolve with its unforgiving incline. Between sprints, we honored the gods with offerings of big boy situps and squats.
Make our way to Old Navy parking lot for merkins and sprints. Pick up das_boot who had been circling Blakeney trying to find the group.
In the waning moments of our epic, we stood shoulder to shoulder for the Motivator, counting down from 10 in a chorus of unity and strength.
COT: Exhausted, yet exhilarated, we ended our odyssey in the sacred circle. Amidst heavy breaths and sweat-soaked brows, we shared words of gratitude and reflections on our journey. Olaf reminded us of Holy Week, as we prepare our hearts for the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. Head to CFA for coffeeteria where we talked about legal sports gambling, parlays and whether Oakland (Michigan) has grizzly bears.
Until we meet again in the gloom,
Midriff
Our quest began in the shadow of the familiar, yet always daunting, concrete jungle. We circled up for a brief moment of camaraderie before diving headfirst into the abyss. A symphony of supine rows below the yoga studio stairs to awaken our slumbering muscles, followed by the explosive melody of jump squats, set the tone for what was to become an hour-long odyssey.
Mosey to the sacred grounds beside Target to retrieve concrete blocks. Partner up for squat thrusters, curls and flutter kicks with press while partner runs to third light and back. Balls to the wall in between sets – an Odd Job favorite.
Our journey then led us to the infamous hill, where sprint intervals awaited. The hill, steeped in legend and lore, tested our resolve with its unforgiving incline. Between sprints, we honored the gods with offerings of big boy situps and squats.
Make our way to Old Navy parking lot for merkins and sprints. Pick up das_boot who had been circling Blakeney trying to find the group.
In the waning moments of our epic, we stood shoulder to shoulder for the Motivator, counting down from 10 in a chorus of unity and strength.
COT: Exhausted, yet exhilarated, we ended our odyssey in the sacred circle. Amidst heavy breaths and sweat-soaked brows, we shared words of gratitude and reflections on our journey. Olaf reminded us of Holy Week, as we prepare our hearts for the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. Head to CFA for coffeeteria where we talked about legal sports gambling, parlays and whether Oakland (Michigan) has grizzly bears.
Until we meet again in the gloom,
Midriff
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