YHC woke up startled as the M climbed back in to bed following a trip to the head. In my mind, I thought she had dropped off my son at work and he started at 0600 which would mean I had missed my Q in the Hollywood Hills. Luckily, it was only 0430 and I wouldn’t miss my box office bomb.
I was astounded when someone raised their hand for the FNG call which forced my standard disclaimer: I am not a professional. If at any time I ask you to do something stupid, you may substitute burpees. And then we were off. And by “off” I mean circle up for hand release merkins. Because YHC doesn’t like to run first thing, SSH is so cliché and the pavement was a little damp. I care about your fitness and your complaints are music to my ears.
Now that our shirts were moist, we moseyed to Which Wich. They were closed so we did SSH instead, then we lunge walked to the dead end for some Lazy Peter Parkers (s-l-o-w). We followed with some butt kickers, high knees and karaoke and then circled up for the first bomb of the day: the merkin time bomb. With 20 guys, I asked Outsource across from me to start at the same time as me so that we had dueling merkiners going around the circle. We went from 8 to 1 with men holding a plank while waiting for their turn.
With shoulders sufficiently sore, we headed over to the cinema to hold up the wall. Air presses were in order as each man ran to the other end of the line and picked up where he left off with AMRAP presses. We managed to go around 3/4s of the building, avoiding sewer grates, mud puddles and curbs.
On the other side we circled up for the next bomb: a burpee time bomb from 5 to 1 while holding a squat. Again we had two starting points because YHC didn’t want to squat any longer than necessary (and because I had a lot more fun in store).
Following the burpee bomb, we ran to the tennis courts and beyond to get a rock and mosey to the parking lot. There we enjoyed bombs 3 and 4: a Skull Crusher (10 to 1) with 3 starters and a zamerpini while you wait folowed by Curls (10 to 1) with 2 starters and holding rock out in front while loitering. T-Claps the men with the biggest bombs for hanging in there. Kobains for shifting on the second bomb causing some men to get stuck with boulders from their blue falcon neighbors.
After returning the rocks, we circled up in the grass for some WWII situps (15 OYO). WWII was known for horror of the atomic bomb and memories of situps in the long, wet, fertilized grass will probably be memorialized on Wikipedia the same way. Oddly, only one man recalled my disclaimer and opted to do burpees while the rest of us saturated our back sides.
Now that we were waterlogged, we moseyed back to the fountain for some MARY. Turbo almost leapt in front of me which I had warned would lead to bear crawl, but we were too close to home base so I benevolently allowed the foul. We had time for some crunches and some J-Lo (since Amen was present) before time expired. Apologies to Snake Eyes for missing out on Shoulder Touch Merkins.
Soggy Moleskin
- Thanks to all the men who opted to post at Hollywood this morning. This was one of the larger workouts I’ve led and I wasn’t sure the time bomb theme would work. Hopefully the two starting points made it bearable. Not that I would want your workout to be too easy.
- Welcome to our FNG, now known as Strider. Bouncey House brought him out and although we did not go with any of his naming ideas, he did manage to avoid Asplundh (emphasis on the “ass”) due to his career choice.
- Prayers for Holiday as the family travels to Pittsburgh to be with his father in law who is not doing well. They are not sure if this will be the final trip, but prayers for his family may hold bad news at bay.
- Although I do not get a commission, I would reccommend these water proof seat covers to have on hand following a workout that leaves you misty and moist. I have had them for a couple of years and have used them post F3 as well as post football practice with the 2.0. They don’t help much with the smell although at least they don’t inherit any of it.
- Strangely, I only heard Titan once or twice this morning. But I’m sure he will make up for it in the comments where you are welcome to talk about how pleasant the workout was. Freepass would have called it “lit” or “on fleek”, but I’m old skool where we always refer to great things as “the bomb!”