seven gladiators woke up this morning, took their daily red pill and entered into the Folsom gloom. we were fng-less, so after a quick disclaimer, time to clock in.
weather: 77 degrees and as humid as satan’s underwear.
warmup: imperial walkers x 20IC, rosalita x 15IC and dolly x 15IC
mosey down to the lower parking lot where I stole a workout from brownstreak. we’re going to hit the cycle.
run a lap. mountain climbers, merkins, lbc, squats and CDD all x 15IC ( thirty for the triple)
run a lap. all the above x 10IC (20 for the double)
run a lap. all the above x 5IC (10 for the single).
5 burpees OYO, and then run a lap. 4 laps for the home run. (hope you don’t mind me borrowing your idea, brownstreak.
short fellowship mosey followed by some flutter kicks x 15IC. feels like we did something else here but my mind is terrible.
mosey down to the amphitheater for some donkey kicks x 20, ascending testicles, dying cockroaches x 15IC, calf raises x 25, donkey kicks x 30 and another round of a ascending testicles. a one minute #bttw hold. then 5 one-legged double merkin burpees on your own.
mosey back to the launching point for a 15 lbc ring of fire, 22 merkins to honor our veterans and finished with… you guessed it, 5 burpees OYO. time is up.
COT: announcements: Allen Tate’s mother is recovering well from her surgery last Friday. freight is organizing a clown car on Saturday to capture the ghost flag in Shelby. meet at the gashouse at 0615. prayer requests: each other.
always an honor to be amongst you men. until next time.