12 mighty men showed up in the middle of a blinding rainstorm for lots of splashing, grunting, lying and mutual mockery at 45 Minutes of Mary. Here’s how it went down:
Mosey to corner of Grove & Westmoreland
COP (In Cadence): SSH 20x, Don Quixote (Abe Vigoda) 10x, Arm Circles forward/backward/small/big 5x, 10 Hand Release ‘Mericans, 20 LBCs
Splash through the puddles to the paved area by the track on the other side of the school
Partner up, then partner with another set of partners. One team knocks out exercises while other runs.
Stage One: 100 ‘Mericans, 200 LBCs, 300 squats :: plank for the six
Swap partners just like a West End Lasagna Party
Stage Two: 100 Carolina drydocks, 200 crabcakes, 300 jump squats :: Al Gore for the six
Puddle of Love: Tunnel of Love, just with 100% more puddles
Triple-Check: Balls to the wall, World War II Sit Ups, Runner sets pace by running across paved area to fence and back. Six inches for the six.
Mosey to basketball courts for a quick layup circuit, then circle up for quick Ring of Fire
Mosey back to the flag where we found it had fallen over in the rain. Two minutes of burpees as penalty.
Three of minutes of Mary: Dead cockroaches, LBCs, Alabama Prom Dates, Superman
Numberama, Namarama, YHC took us out.
- Saab can’t abide suboptimal gas mileage, so his clown car for Week 2 of the Charlottesville Launch is full. Get in touch with Saab if you want to get a second car set up so he can slipstream you the entire drive to save on some gas money.
- All The June 10th!
- Thursday lunch at noon:
- Downtown at Pops Market (if not it’s at Wong’s across the street).
- Short Pump at Whole Foods … be sure to price check those organic Tomatoes!
- Memorial Day Convergence on Monday! See HoneyDo’s preblast for more details, but be ready at 6:30AM sharp at Belle Isle parking lot. [Map]
While TYA has brainwashed us into believing that it is perpetually sunny and 70 in F3RVA, there’s always a little excitement and apprehension driving to a workout in the middle of any ridiculously stupid weather. Your Humble Correspondent drove through a monsoon to get to 45MOM and wondered how many people were as stupid as he? These are the sorts of workouts that YHC always remembers most … the cold ones, the snowy ones, the slushy ones, the torrentially soggy ones … no one remembers a Beast in 55 degree weather on a clear fall morning. These are the sorts of workouts that make us the men we are striving to be … well done all!
Upon arrival, the rain was coming down in slow but very fat drops and no one was anxious to get out of their car. As YHC went to plant the shovel flag, YHC walked by Sabotage in The Brooklyn Beamer (probably listening to Flute Loop) and he rolled his window down and asked “Hey yo, we’re all just going to Denny’s … … right?” YHC won’t say he didn’t think about it …
The rain really started pounding down and it was time to mosey. There was lots of mumblechatter from the PAX about not using the pavilion for the COP and the rain intensified. Doesn’t the PAX know that such complaints always seal their doom? Like any good Q, YHC then decided to ensure maximum soakage by making sure we had time for some work on our six in the COP and some super soggy Hand Release ‘Mericans. Dear PAX, YHC will always cherish your howls as rain lashed down during LBCs. Later on, the
Tunnel Puddle of Love was just icing on the cake, although Bleeder pointed out he probably would have done it first just to get everyone to hate him. Not sure who did it during the PoL but someone(Swirly? Bleeder? Grunt?) was doing their best to remove a whole arch of the tunnel by forklifting it from underneath. YHC didn’t see … did it work?
The rain started letting up during during the Double Dora, but since the AO is so flat, the standing water all over was amazing, huge sections of the running track turned into lakes, especially the side by Commonwealth Street. YHC is pretty sure TwoCan was ready to get out his water skis on our laps around the track.
Other than YHC chirping “Don’t forget to bring a towel!!” during Triple-Check, YHC didn’t get to hear much mumblechatter so please call it out in the comments. Partially it was because of the rain, partially because YHC took some prescription cough medicine before arriving and partially because YHC blocked out Toga questioning YHC’s virility during “six inches.” It’s okay because Toga is just getting in as much mockery as he can before moving The Togas to Nashville at the end of this summer. Be sure to give Mr. Grumpy your best barbs before he leaves us to get the Nashville PAX in line with Corporate’s high standards.
Great job everyone! Viral Out.