- QIC: wingman
- Pax: @wildturkey, Cheese Curd, Moth, stonehenge
🦃 Stonehenge Saturday Smackdown! 🌅
Date: 2024-11-23 AO: stonehenge Q: tagalong PAX: Cheese Curd, wildturkey, moth FNGs: None COUNT: 4 :turkey: Stonehenge Saturday Smackdown! :sunrise:
Good morning, beasts of the gloom! This morning at Stonehenge, four warriors braved the chilly dawn to fire up the day with a scorching session. :thermometer::muscle:
:athletic_shoe: The Deck Dash :athletic_shoe: Led by Q tagalong, the PAX—including Cheese Curd, wildturkey, and Moth—kicked things off with a sprint to the sunrise in the parking deck. We hit 7 spine-tingling exercises at the base, bolted to the top to repeat, and descended for a final showdown. From diamond merkins to the dreaded single-leg burpees, we crushed a total of +210 reps! :man-lifting-weights:
:rocket: Cheese Curd was a blur on the horizon, tearing it up at light speed. :stars: :school_satchel: wildturkey, the pre-dawn rucker, knew the terrain like the back of his hand. :evergreen_tree: :snow_capped_mountain: Moth, fresh from the invite-only Park Crossing double blacks, showed elite form! :first_place_medal:
:football: Turf Triumphs :football: At the beloved turf field, we battled the beastly benches in 3 rounds of clock merkins, hefted them for overhead presses, and chased them with laps. Those benches must be forged from dark matter because they felt somewhere between 200 and a 1,000 pounds! :muscle::rock:
:knife_fork_plate: Our grand finale involved shouldering those monstrous tables, mixing in dips and squats, and runs across the field. We rounded out the morning with a return to launch for COT—where the only announcement to stick in my brain was the upcoming Turkey Jam. :turkey::guitar:
:car: Oh, and the mystery of the morning? A lone soul, snoozing in his car with the door ajar, barely budged as we thundered by. But he stirred just enough to keep the worry at bay. :sleeping_accommodation::oncoming_police_car:
What a blast to kickstart the weekend! Let’s keep the momentum as we head into the feast of the year. :corn::poultry_leg:
Stay strong, stay hungry! :star2:
Good morning, beasts of the gloom! This morning at Stonehenge, four warriors braved the chilly dawn to fire up the day with a scorching session. :thermometer::muscle:
:athletic_shoe: The Deck Dash :athletic_shoe: Led by Q tagalong, the PAX—including Cheese Curd, wildturkey, and Moth—kicked things off with a sprint to the sunrise in the parking deck. We hit 7 spine-tingling exercises at the base, bolted to the top to repeat, and descended for a final showdown. From diamond merkins to the dreaded single-leg burpees, we crushed a total of +210 reps! :man-lifting-weights:
:rocket: Cheese Curd was a blur on the horizon, tearing it up at light speed. :stars: :school_satchel: wildturkey, the pre-dawn rucker, knew the terrain like the back of his hand. :evergreen_tree: :snow_capped_mountain: Moth, fresh from the invite-only Park Crossing double blacks, showed elite form! :first_place_medal:
:football: Turf Triumphs :football: At the beloved turf field, we battled the beastly benches in 3 rounds of clock merkins, hefted them for overhead presses, and chased them with laps. Those benches must be forged from dark matter because they felt somewhere between 200 and a 1,000 pounds! :muscle::rock:
:knife_fork_plate: Our grand finale involved shouldering those monstrous tables, mixing in dips and squats, and runs across the field. We rounded out the morning with a return to launch for COT—where the only announcement to stick in my brain was the upcoming Turkey Jam. :turkey::guitar:
:car: Oh, and the mystery of the morning? A lone soul, snoozing in his car with the door ajar, barely budged as we thundered by. But he stirred just enough to keep the worry at bay. :sleeping_accommodation::oncoming_police_car:
What a blast to kickstart the weekend! Let’s keep the momentum as we head into the feast of the year. :corn::poultry_leg:
Stay strong, stay hungry! :star2:
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