21 hard-chargers sallied out and gathered in supremely fine gloom to make the Run for Robbins. Here be ye olde thange:
Front leaning rest for muster, instruction and inspection. Let the record note that YHC was no longer tapering and did in fact muster in as scheduled.
Start out with 15x good Americans, then head to the launch pad for CoP.
20 x ssh
15 x windmill
15 x IST
15 x squats
etc etc
With the warm up accomplished, we set off on foot toward the gaga pit. Stops along the way at every fire hydrant for people's choice of pain in every shape and size. Honestly YHC can't recall the various tormenters and their preferred potions, but we were all feeling it by the time we arrived at the gaga pit for 20 muscle ups. Same formula on the return to launch pad. All told we did 2 miles on the hoof with a bunch of reps of a bunch of stuff. Can't forget 270 merkins along the way. Aye.
Ye olde moleskine:
1. S'mores and Kingfish had their mumblechatter game faces on today. There are none better. Aye.
2. Much chatter as pax told tall tales of BRR lore. Aye!
3. Cool out, but the humidity still got our sweat on.
4. Prayers out for a local family that unexpectedly lost wife/mom. We recall that we shouldn't take a single moment for granted, and reflect on how much our wives/moms mean to all of us.
5. Great morning gents. Strong work by all.