YHC Saban led 21 PAX through his own version of satellite camp in the thick morning air at Bond Park for Shaken not Stirred (we’re still not Shakin – is that like Capex?).
Run to community center parking lot for warm-a-rama with SSH, Imperial Walkers, Good Mornings, Sir Fazio Arm Circles, and Windmills. With everyone circled up, counted off 1s and 2s, just in case it was needed.
Run to boathouse parking lot for the start of the Thang. Planned on using a softball field, but Omahaed to the parking lot due to not wanting to tear up any infields and risk the wrath of TOC.
Expanded (and reversed) diamond circuit.
Run to 1st Base: 10 Burpees
Bear crawl to 2nd base: 20 jump lunges
Backward crawl to 3rd base: 30 squats
Lunge walk home: 40 LBCs
Repeato
Recovery jog to the kiosk and the hill for some Sabans (Sevens). Bottom of the hill Carolina Dry Docks, Top of the Hill Star Jumps.
Jog to the back of the community center where a big ass rock mysteriously was waiting for us. People’s chair (or more accurately, people’s couch), passing the big ass rock back and forth 2X.
Planned on some other activities at the wall, but everyone knows that YHC is time-conscious. So, jogged over to the senior center back lawn for Mary – Dying cockroach, Freddy Mercury, Hello Dolly, WWII Situps.
End with COT
Think there were a couple of announcements. Prayer requests for Chef Tell (baby due any day) and Shut In (injured shoulder).
