The Thrill of the Chill

With a turnout larger than everyone expected, 8 PAX slowly activated their myofibrils. The tunes were cranked up enough so nearby houses could also enjoy the rock-hoppin’ tunes of the Nineties and the Naughts. Playlist included The Clash, Jimmy Eat World, Blink-182, Modest Mouse, REM, Blondie, Dinosaur Jr, the Chili Peppers. Not a single Rush song in the mix. The horror, the horror. Mumble chatter kept to a minimum, or I just couldn’t hear it. Half-hearted attempts to keep count were made by most PAX.

Warmarama (essentially, the entire workout): SSH, Imperial Stout Troopers, Abe Vigoda and Whirly, Merkins, Squats.

Canopy: Carolina Dry Docks, Gas Pumps, Squats, then Diamond Merkins, Lithuanian Hammer, Toes Raises, Jack R’s, Penguin Crunches, Reverse Lunges.

Track: slow mosey to track then TWO Laps around track.

Bullpen substitution: Copperheads, Balls to Chain Link 30 sec, Plank 45 sec, Al Gore 60 sec. Ocho Burpees.

Stonegarten: Partner work with 25 reps of exercise while partner does Peoples Chair, switch, repeato until team 100 count–> Curls, Presses, Bent Over Rows, Skull Crushers.

Mike Tysons. Because, why not. Spontaneous Team Curling. Return Rocks.

Lido: Dips, Squats, Dips, Squats. Wisconsin Prom Dates.

Mary got kinda shortchanged, but still got in some Freddies, Box Cutters, and a smattering more burpees. Fin.

COT: Blood drive, people! Upcoming Q’s. Prayer requests for Spam’s mother who broke her hip, for Giles and his family, for Woodpecker. Q took us out, recognizing a damn fine group of men with whom to spend a cold Saturday.