YHC, nursing a bruised ego, and a sore ankle, eyed the SUG (Sign Up Genius), and alas, it was as if the F3verse was calling me home, and with that, an HC happened, and an alarm was set. (not that i needed, my body has been programmed and at 0525 my eyes opened and my feet began moving).
I pointed my trusty steed (Silver), toward PMS and and got my mind right.
I was joined on my walk to the start by Scout, Leon and Radar. Then came Sasquatch, then Box-Checker, and Fireballs, followed by CurveBall on two wheels and Gilligan as time was called. Finally, better late than never, Meathead joined the fray.
Time to go to work
0600 hit and YHC laid down the disclaimer. The 1st few minutes, all IC and all x12: SSH, Imp. Walkers, Squats, Cotton Pickers and Stone Mountains.
A light lap around the outfield, down the 1st base line and up the 3rd base line.
Round 2, same as the 1st, all IC and all x12: SSH, Imp. Walkers, Squats, Cotton Pickers and Stone Mountains.
And another light lap around the outfield, down the 1st base line and up the 3rd base line.
Time build some pyramids, Dubya style:
Air Presses (x5 the count)
For those keeping count, 50 LBCs, 50 Squats, 50 Merkins and 250 Air Presses
And a lap for good measure.
A little light leg work, from the warning track to the infield (2 rounds total)
Another lap, because, well, why not.
Circle it up, time for some Mary (all x15, sort of, and mostly IC)
Leon’s Box Cutters
Obliques (Right and Left)
Dying Cockroach (x10)
Big Boy SitUps (OYO)
On line for our final set (4 Rounds)
10 HRMs, pop tall and sprint to the infield, and mosey back
CurveBall and Sasquatch proved that youth is wasted on the young.
Leon took us out with some words of thanks.
There will only be one beatdown on Thursday, time to be announced by Tuesday evening, but so far it is trending to the early side with an unusually high number of fartsackers.