Thomas Hobbes once described the natural state of man to be one of “continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.” Pulling into an empty Anvil parking lot, YHC couldn’t help but contemplate those words. As 5:30 ticked away into 5:31, a hand reached up to put the car in gear and dejectedly return to the ooze from whence I’d emerged, when like a knight in a shining Highlander, Yard Sale arrived and saved the day. Neither of us having a plan, here’s what we ended up on:
COP: cotton pickers, arm circles, Freddie Mercury, and possibly something else.
Mosey to the track for a Track Beast, consisting of merkins, monkey humpers, mountain climbers, American Hammers, WWIIs, and burpees.
On the blacktop for Four Corners, with weird counting. Exercises were merkins, squats, flutter kicks, and side straddle hops. 10, 20, 30, 40, but then keep the exercises in the same place but rotate the numbers. Over four rounds, each corner got each number of reps. 40 merkins is hard when it comes after 10, 20, and 30 of them. YHC was briefly reminded once again of Hobbes, but was saved by the running chatter from Yard Sale.
A couple suicides for good measure, and then it was back to the flag.
Anvil has been a small gathering of 2-3 for several weeks now. While I’d enjoy seeing some more faces in the gloom, it’s been a good time to connect with the Anvil faithful, as well. Maybe Hobbes didn’t have it quite right, after all.
