16 hard-chargers sallied out into textbook perfect gloom condtions at The Wilderness. Having spent a couple evenings watching the Ken Burns' country music documentary, YHC was inspired to honor the man in black with a ring of fire workout. Accordingly, we went down, down, down into a burning ring of fire. They fell so far and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, in the ring of fire.
We basically ran to the "ring of fire" (ie the traffic circle) and did a lot of running in rings with intermittent rock work, 'Mericans, etc.
The mumblechatter at Wilderness was strong as always. The pax whined hard, fast and often. There were requests for the following "types" of workouts:
a. No wrists
b. No toes
c. No shoulders
d. Fat friendly
e. Something to workout our "taints"
f. bike friendly
g. traffic-free
h. flatulence friendly
Honestly, I think we managed to fulfill all the requests, so I guess that sums it up.