To Post or not to Post. That was the conundrum facing the men of F3 this morning. At Dawn Patrol, 6 answered the call, and stepped up to challenge Mother Nature and YHC’s hastily adapted Q. This was a hardy bunch, including two who laughed in Mother Nature’s face and ran 5 miles from North Hills to Laurel Hills thru the slush and snow to post at Dawn Patrol. #CSAUP indeed. Apparently the Captain was still trying to jog off the 2 dozen doughnuts and 4800 calories from Saturday’s Krispy Kreme Challenge.
Run around parking lot
Find a nice dry spot to circle up (ain’t nothing dry, it’s Dawn Patrol)
Everyone’s shoes are soaked, but it sure is pretty
Imperial Walker x25
Run to the shelter
Warning – If you think a giant tree limb is going to snap and fall on you, move out of the way.
REPEAT x3 (but w/ lower counts)
Make tracks thru the woods
Polar Bear Crawl up hill to building and line up on the wall
People’s Chair – PAX 12 count
Balls to Wall – PAX 12 count
People’s Chair – Repeat w/ reciting of The Conundrum (see below)
Run to baseball field and out right field line
Burpees OYO x 12
Run to left field
Power flashes light up the pre-dawn sky
Warning – If you think you might be electrocuted, don’t touch anything wet.
Prisoner Squats x20
Run to third base
Diamond Merkins x15
Alternating Chillcut/Plank x15
Run back thru woods to find Captain Kangaroo’s jacket
Warning: If you think you may have pneumonia, don’t cough on the PAX.
Alternating Step-ups w/ Knee-ups x20 along the way
Jacket found at bottom of Polar Bear hill
Repeat Polar Bear Crawl, because we’re here
Return to the shelter for Table Mary, graciously lead by Utah
Hang Tens x30
Dangling Leg LBCs x30
Slow Flutters x20
Sochi Hammers x20
– T-Claps to Captain Kangaroo and Friar Tuck who ran from North Hills to Dawn Patrol this morning
– Tonight’s F2 event at Raleigh Brewing is POSTPONED (Bad roads + hi-gravity beer = no bueno)
– Solid prayer provided by Krusty the Clown
(BBC Olympic Promo – watch it here – awesome)
I am the dreadful menace,
the one whose will is done,
the haunting chill upon your neck.
I, I’m the conundrum.
I will summon armies
of wind and rain and snow.
I make the black cloud overhead,
the ice like glass below.
Not you or any other
can fathom what is nigh.
I will tell you when to jump
and I’ll dictate how high.
The ones that came before you
stood strong and tall and brave,
but I stole their dreams away.
Those dreams could not be saved.
But now you stand before me,
devoid of all dismay.
Could it be? Just maybe,
I’ll let you have your day.