So last night my wife says, how about stroganoff for dinner tonight? As the men of GasHouse should be aware, there is only one answer to that question. STROGANOFF IS ALWAYS WELCOME AT MY TABLE. However, it almost made me late this morning as it had some after effects this morning. Nonetheless, I made it with time to spare and quickly realized my pre blast the night before was not in vain. The weather was perfect for our plan-knowing rain was in the forecast, Bandit “suggested” a slip n slide. My pride rarely lets me back down from a challenge and although this was really not a challenge, it gave me a great excuse to relive my days as a kid with some great guys. Bandit provided the slide and Dr. Feelgood and I provided the slip, more on that below….
Here’s how it went down:
9 men who had nothing better to do crawled out of their cars into the gloom, exchanged stupid grins on their faces, and commented about this CSAUP thing we were doing including:
“My wife said she already got 4 warnings on her phone by 6 am to not drive in this weather.”
“My dog has more sense than I do at this point, he doesn’t even go out in the rain unless we force him.””
“I brought a complete change of clothes.”
“I brought my full body rain suit and have a spare. Anyone want one?”
“I bet we will have at least a dozen here this morning”
“I brought a huge roll of plastic, this is really gonna be fun…”
At around 7am things warmed up just a bit with our WU:
SSH, Merkins, Mountain Climbers, and Moroccan Night Club. We did various numbers of each with plans for a whole lot of night club dancing, but after 3 MNCs I was so excited about our plans I cut it short and we headed to the flag for the pledge.
POA
The Thang: Mosey to the field/track…spread out the slide (thanks Bandit): plastic from basically hash mark to hash mark on the football field (thanks coach, hope your grass is ok) then add slip: 2 bottles of Dawn dish soap (thanks Dr. Feelgood and wifey-sorry honey, not bringing any home like you asked. Some things are worth a verbal beat down and this qualifies EVERY time). Prior to the Thang, a couple guys tried out the slip n slide with a wheelbarrow followed by a chariot pull-not sure we had a name for the second part, but sounds good and left Goose and Bandit (father/son) with enough soap to last the entire workout-bubbles ran down both their legs until we were finished.
Then we bagan the Thang: Modified Murph: was it a Wurph, a Burph, or a slip n slurph, I don’t know. But we got to work on the acceleration part in the chilly rain then put some Dawn to good use. The Thang started with 2 cycles of 10 Burpees, 20 Merkins, and 30 Squats with a plan to repeat 2 cycles each lap. After a quick Omaha, we changed this to 1 set every half lap-mentally and physically easier to conquer. Again, running has become a break, something most of us would not have said 6months ago. This changed individually (internal Omaha) to do what you can including crawl around the lap and do whatever you can do of the above cycle. I think we did 5 laps which included potentially 100 Burpees, 200 Merkins, and 300 Squats. I lost track after 3 laps so who knows what I/we did.
At this point, I believe the men left and we were left with 9 boys with funny looks on their face like they just found out what their Justifier is used for. We each took turns on the slip n slide until all had enough. This was truly fun to watch and share this event with some guys that I just met 7 months ago but have grown to really love. Getting my butt out of bed at 6am on a Saturday morning to run in the cold rain then slide around on a soapy piece of plastic will be a highlight of 2015 for me and hopefully a few others. I saw a father and son share a unique experience, a beast wear a yellow gangsta’ rain suit, and a Mayor push himself to get in better shape with some guys he really doesn’t know that well but now shares a unique bond like something out of the movie “Stand By Me.”
Thanks for being there this morning for me, hope this BB did this morning some justice. Truthfully, if you weren’t there, you missed out.
Whoopee