It’s Grease Monkey week. Doesn’t really warrant a national holiday or anything but good accountability for YHC to set the alarm.
Moseyed around the backside of the park the the school parking lot: Imperial Walkers, Weed Pickers & Windmills. Who needs a warmup for a run?
Knowing I need to include a little variety this week (don’t worry we’ll get to the Wall) I figured we’d start with some Blue Ridge training. Off to Knoll Woods. The mosey up North Coleman already had me regretting the decision.
Upon arrival at the shitty incline I provided some brief and simple instructions. Run down the hill – do 30 merkins. Run up the hill – do 25 Big Boys. Repeat 4 times (5 trips total) And be quiet; people are sleeping. Quickly into this thing it became apparent that Foley was following none of these instructions except for running and up and down the hill and especially not the part about keeping his mouth shut.
Yep, that sucked. Moseyed back to the flag (which was still in my truck) for a couple rounds of Mary. Clocked a miserable 5K with that one.
Prayers for Choo-choo’s friend battling cancer.
The fun continues all week long. See you Wednesday.