Well, a week later is better than never. Thanks Mother Nature for keeping the storms at bay this week. Sorry to the lone PAX from Charlotte last week who seemed genuinely disappointed not to work out in a lightning storm…I think he was hoping to get a bat out of the deal. YHC is used to showing up at TR and enjoying some quiet solitude or warm-ups (AKA strenuous workouts) with Cardiac. Not today. A strong showing of CARPEx Diem PAX and some early Churham risers had us ten strong 10 minutes before go time, including two FNGs. Apparently the Sharknado on Tuesday @ FOD or Sweats’ new AO only whetted everyone’s appetites for another beatdown. Well, I can certainly try to make that happen.
The Warm-up (Beaker’s Beginnings):
We set off for a clockwise mosey to pick up Doogie (keepin’ it Churham style) around the Very-Dark-But-Fortunately-Clownless-for-Term Paper’s-Sake peanut to just in front of the field-house for some Little Baby Fazio Arm Circles, Willie Mays Hayes, Imperial Walkers, and Windmills. Nature Boy made some very strange sounds during the WMH, which gradually dissipated as we moved through the workout…revel in the sore-ness my friend. Stretch ’em if you got ’em and then we were off for a CCW Cardi-Lap (TM) (don’t worry Cardiac, I will give you 5% of any and all royalties) with a 10 burpee finish at the stop sign. Y’all can think M Beaker for the next one. She’s got a bit of the CSAUP in her and suggested we do a 30-day planking challenge, which interestingly enough started on national talk like a pirate day (19SEP16)…coincidence? I wanted to share some of the “fun” with my brethren, so we dropped to Chill Cut plank and held…and held…and held…and held…no, Term Paper it has not been two minutes yet…and held…and held…and that’s what two minutes of Chill cut feels like. I see four in our future.
The Thang (Beaker’s Beatdown):
Everyone grab a rock (excuse me, boulder for Cardiac and Sweats) and lunge-walk with curls for 5 parking spaces, followed by 20 squats with presses, followed by repeato. Jog on over to the soccer fields and put down that rock. I initially pegged the next exercise as the golden rectangle, but didn’t want to discriminate against any other fine geometric shapes, so went with the Nautilus, which spirals outward in perfect proportion to a series of golden rectangles. Sort of like this BB is spiraling out of control. Army-crawl the short ends of the rectangle and lunge-walk (goalie box/end-line), bear crawl (penalty box/end-line), backward sprint (mid-field/endline), or sprint (sidelines) the lengths of the rectangles. A week ago, I warned about sleeves, but forgot the reminder…and forgot about pants. I’m sure you’re all looking fondly at your knee and elbow chafings, reminiscing…good times. Antsy Ma Bell asked for some Chill Cut while we waited for the PAX at the six. Something about being called “old guy” really stuck in his craw and he’s on a mission. Patience, good things come to those who wait, but not to those who lose in an F3 challenge. Count off into 1s and 2s and then half of each team line up in a Chill Cut plank parallel with the goalie box or penalty box, shoulder to shoulder. The goalie box PAX from each time sprints to the penalty box side and planks at the end of the line, at which point the penalty box PAX jumps up and sprints to the end of the goalie box line. And so on until one team reaches the sideline or the end of the goalie box. As the distance increased between the plank lines, so did the sprint length and planking time. Winners earned 10 burpees, 2nd placers earned 15 rock burpees. After 10 burpees, winners held rocks overhead in mocking glory until all 2nd placers had finished.
The Mary (Beaker’s Bellies):
Carry those rocks back to the rock pile, but don’t put them away…Mary is always better with a rock. Counter balance a six-inch leg hold with a six-inch rock hold for some amount of time I didn’t keep very close track of. Next were some LBCs with the rock at your chest. Then we met up with our lady friend Dolly, but she was feeling spiteful today and brought a Hammer. At least it wasn’t a Box Cutter this time. Oh wait, yes it was. Put those things away, we’re done.
The COT (Beaker’s Benediction):
Count-o-rama: 17
Name-o-rama: Still 17, with two FNGs that needed Christening. First up was easy, you work for Honda, great, welcome Kia. Honda aircraft engines?! Nope, still Kia. Second up was a little slower going, until we discovered he works for Ma Bell, welcome Baby Bell.
Doogie threw down the gauntlet on your next CSAUP (and guaranteed Hellweek surpasser): the Dirty Dozen. 6 AOs, each with an EC, each with a theme, get ‘er done!
All prayer requests were silent, so YHC took us out. Great efforts by everyone today. 17 strong is great to see at TR, let’s keep it going. Thanks for letting me lead, it’s always an immense challenge and always equally rewarding.
