9 Faithful, hit the GridIron this morning to give their best. Following the pre-game gut check, many of the group gathered at the shovel flag to kick off the festivities. The PAX waded off of public land and back to familiar territory for a good beat down.
Mosey around the baseball field and north along Pouncey Tract Road to end up on the hill near the old schoolhouse
Crab Cakes x16
Imperial Walkers x21
Alabama Ass Kickers x8
Copperhead Squats x16
Take a jog over to Striker Park. Heed J-ville’s warning that it is indeed not public property, and down the gravel road almost to the back of the park.
Turn around and do Blimps x2. Pick up @Chum Bucket along the way. Al Gore when finished until all PAX are complete.
Mosey back to the baseline of the main field next to the school. @Wilson magically appears.
The Beast (Mountain Climbers, Merkins, Squats, Freddie Mercuries, Russian Soldiers, Squat Jumps or Burpees)
T-claps to @Wilson for double-dipping after Dogpile. Sounds like @Orville had some pretty hefty coffee & donuts to serve.
Debate wages on about renaming rights and convention. Toga/Stifler’s Mom is currently in a full-fledged identity crisis, and has indicated that a new name for Fudd is potentially upcoming. The PAX eagerly awaits the ensuing naming wars.
Is anyone confident they avoided all gifts left by geese on that main field…? YHC certainly isn’t 100% sure.
Thanks to the PAX for pushing & encouraging each other every time we are out there. Coming in today only a few days after a tough stomach bug, there was more than one point when YHC thought Q duties might be better handed off for the rest of the workout, but seeing other men pushing through themselves brought new energy. It is quite amazing what we can do when pushing one another. Iron sharpening iron, brothers, in a way that YHC really hadn’t considered previously.