Wet week… I'm too damn ugly and old to dance around in the rain like Andy Dufresne, the man who crawled through 500 yards of sh!t and came out clean on the other end (that's a metaphor for you no neck, mouth breathers). So I decided it would be a good idea to take a field trip to the celebrated Lowe's Food gas station. We mosied… I was heckeled for a moment. But Goodell, in all his glory must have realized that he too, was ugly, and rejoiced to find the warmth and shelter that the gas station pavillion would offer us. Deepend was on board right away. He understands the depth of his ugly. FNG-1 is MC or Emcee, either way, it's one of Mailman's 45 kids.
Warm-o-rama…
The following were conducted in cadence and double count:
15 SSH
15 IST
10 Windmill
15 Mountain climbers.
The Thang…
Today was the Ring of Fire. It was glorious.
The following exercises were conducted OYO, KB assisted, AMRAP for 60 seconds. There was 10 seconds(ish) in between each set. We ring around the rosied twice.
1- Mercans
2- Curls
3- UPR
4- Squat Jacks
5- LBC
6- Burpees
7- L/R Rev. Lunge
8- Dry Docks
9- Flutter press
10- Overhead Press
Repeato.
Recover, recover.
Moleskin
10 men climbed out of their beds and got better today. Despite the fact that we rolled in gasoline, oil and gum, we came out shinier on the other end. We are all less ugly, at least for 24 hours.
The gas station was terrific, it offered a dry place, the unique smell of solvent, bright lights on the pump displays for Pyle to play with, and a muriad of snacks and various sundries for Pinkslip to indulge in.
In all seriousness, thanks for being out there and helping me be the best man I can be.
Anyone else up to Q the super cool, fantastic, awesome Rock, let me know! Otherwise I'll continue to bring the pain requiring you to get help bathing.