Despite the late preblast, six men gathered in the gathering gloom to subject themselves to whatever nonsense Jersey Boy would dish out. These are brave men indeed.
- We warmed up with goose steps and a weird dry-dock variation for the ol' groin stretch.
- We ran around the building.
- We did wide merkins and bear squats.
- We did Sheryl Sandbergs and praying mantises.
- We ran to the other side of the tracks, each grabbed the two biggest one-hander rocks we could find, and did flex curls, side lunges, upright rows, reverse flys, pirate ship rides, triceps kickbacks, dirty diapers, lateral raises, slow squats, two series of sprints with merkins and dips, I in the sky, watermelon crushers, and partner rock swaps.
- Back at home, we did X's and O's, Bel-Air led a set of LBCs, and we finished with a banana boat.
If you don't know what some of these exercises are, you need to come to more Jersey Boy workouts.
Bel-Air tried to punish me for the watermelon crushers by giving me way more resistance than I can handle. (Hey, we're in different weight classes, you know!)
Cousin Eddie (a PT by trade) kept me honest on the dubious pirate ship ride exercises and also calling me out on my trivia question (who sang Eye in the Sky in the 70's?)
We finished up with a silent COT to the flag with either a pledge, prayer, moment of gratitude, or whatever your sweaty head could dream up.
Then we went to the best coffeeteria in F3, where we solved most of the mysteries of the universe.
Thanks for your attendance, gentlemen! It's always a pleasure!