CONDITIONS: 59 and slightly damp
Mosey over to nearside of Brick City parking lot
Merkins (1 minute)
THE THANG: For main event, men were divided into 2 groups. Each group went non-stop for 14 minutes before rotating.
Group 1: Tire drag Temple……I2 burpees, drag tire to other end of B.C. parking lot, 11 burpees, drag tire back stopping at cone 20 yards short of end. From there, bear crawl pulling tire to end, 10 burpees and repeat……………….
Group 2: Grab sandbag, cylinder, or block and run from cone in road at near end of B.C. parking lot to cone by tennis court playground and back. Upon returning, drop sandbag/cylinder/block, knock out 25 Peter Parker Merkins, run without carrying anything to cone by turn-in of Splash Pad parking lot and return. 20 Peter Parkers and repeat pattern.
Time called and big-boys on the six.
4 Cone Suicide Race: Smokey wins!
4 Cone Burpee (x1 at each cone) Suicide Race: Smokey wins!
Brick City Parking Lot Sprint: Somehow……..Pinocchio wins!
Mosey back to A.O.
T-Claps to Woodchip for running 6 miles prior to the workout, Dumper for running 5, and Groundblind for abusing himself with ruck and sandbag.
Speaking of prior to the workout, as I was there at the Brick Pile just after 0500 struggling to load everything in my truck, I hear a loud moaning sound off in the distance that sounded like a cross between Paula Dean being caught in a coyote trap and Paperboy’s perverse sounds that makes mothers cover the ears of their children. What the hell was it? Surely it wasn’t the feared Kalmia Grizzly! Nervous about what it could be, I rushed to the backpack radio and requested Nerf gun backup and Nerf missile air support from Stallion, but got radio silence. As I made the courageous decision to confront this thing, I saw what appeared to be a hideous beast emerging from the fog. To my relief, it was none other than Fox champion Woodchip, who ran by offering no help and shouting, “I’m going to beat Prefontaine’s 2 mile!” Seriously.
Great job on the final sprint Pinocchio, suicides Smokey, and pulling the tire Lukie. You boys were super fast today! Looked like damn Paula Dean running with a kayak.
I guess I have to take the Upward approach and say good job to everyone as I was scolded by Woodchip. After noticing and complementing Lukie on his effort pulling the tire, an angry / jealous for my approval Woodchip says, “What about me? I’m not doing a good job?”
As has been the case here lately, Chainsaw absolutely crushed the workout. Overcome with pride when reflecting on his performance, he became aroused like Benchwarmer at a petting zoo, thus causing uncomfortable awkwardness in the YMCA sauna.
T-Claps to Benchwarmer and StepShow for having the courage to wear the flame retardant breathable Clinic Strong shirts. While the post-workout i.v’s were unfortunate, you strength and courage were inspirational.
Big T-Claps to Bowtie for Gorilla taping the leaky sandbags to avoid any other pax from pulling the “a pterodactyl sh#t on my shirt” Paperboy look. Bowtie, do you know how awesome you are? Seriously man, you are.
Big angry face to Skinny Pete for stealing some of my Gorilla tape to cover his sensitive nipples.
Bigger angry face to Dumper who stole about 9 yards of my Gorilla tape to wrap his knee.
How about Beast Lite? New guy and already had an FNG setup lined to come. Not your fault he didn’t show. Not sue if any of you guys know him? Name is Rocky Caddell. Be thinking of a name. Likes and hobbies are: Nerf guns, Ninja Turtles, belly shirts, sleeping, and bologna sandwiches.
Great to have Grandmasters Champion Baby Beasley back among the flock. Hard to believe that if you add Postal and Smokey’s ages together, they are still less than 53. #sons
Also a thank you to Baby Beasley for sharing story about molesting goats. You had to be there, but the part I heard was disturbing. Welcome back!
Winkles: Lingering pinky injury from last week’s embarrassing kickball defeat to StepShow and Bowtie during Carolina Elementary’s 2nd grade recess.
Lil Sweet: Pulled over by infamous Society Hill police for driving topless. To no avail, he told them he knew a judge.
Paperboy: Still adjusting to its’ “Become the Gender You Always Identified Yourself With” surgery.
Judge Judy: Since having baby, struggling to fit back in those green spandex camel toe shorts.
Stallion: Toe hit with Nerf dart last night. Could be out all week, but does plan on hitting Nueva Villa should the pain allow. Good luck big guy; Despite the setback, I still think you have a chance of completing the 2018 100 Mile Run Challenge. Only 10 months left. You got this man!
BarFly: Up early scheming how to beat Churchill rival Lucky Charms in February/March/April/May Happy Hour Challenge.
Thank you Groundblind for sharing about Ghana mission trip, how they can carry everything on their heads over there (tables, chairs, chainsaws, etc.), how you took a Fenigan and woke up naked, and explicit descriptions of what spicy goat meat did to your tummy. Really appreciate all of that.
Thank you StepShow for calling out Groundling exclaiming, “I’m really disappointed in you for not carrying block on your head today.”
Happy Hour Thursday
Temple & ALM in morning
I shared a story. Two weeks ago last Sunday, I missed my first Sunday morning run since I can remember. It had probably been the first one in over a year. I was sick and just couldn’t make myself do it. The next Sunday, I was feeling better, but not great. I am helping my daughter train for another half-marathon and knew I had to run 13 with her. I struggled mentally and physically that day. For the last 4 miles, the plan said we were supposed to pick up the pace to a 7:30. For the first time, I physically couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get close. I was pissed and kept apologizing to my daughter, but also accepted that with what I am dealing with medically, there was just nothing I could do about it. When we got home, I was bothered by it all day.
Last Sunday morning, I didn’t want to run. I knew Kaiti and I were supposed to run 9 miles. My legs were sore and I was not motivated, but she was not letting me out of it. A couple of miles in, I surprisingly noticed I felt really good and looked down at my watch. We were moving pretty good. On these long Sunday runs, I never have a pace goal and never try to push. I just let my body settle into a natural pace. On that morning, every time I looked down at my watch, I was getting faster and in no way was I trying. I’d look down and see 8:10. Next time 7:50, 7:40 7:30, 7:20. The faster we went, the better I felt. For the first time in a while, my daughter was struggling to keep up.
As we hit Kalmia on our way back, I knew it was only 2.5 miles to the house, I began to get excited. At that point, I began thinking I kind of want to know what I could do. Unlike during the first 6.5 miles, I began to push a bit. To my surprise, when I would look down at my watch, I was slowing down. I quit trying to push, let my body fall back into my natural pace, would look down at my watch and would get faster. I went back and forth doing that a couple of times and each time got the same strange result. God gave me the run that day. He also reminded me that he is in control and he’s got this. When I turned it over to him, I got faster. When I tried to control things instead of letting him do it, I got slower.
This was the best I had felt in over a year. I had no breathing issues and my legs felt great. New shoes, infected picc line removed, beautiful morning, some motivational thoughts in my head from watching the Prefontaine movie “No Limits” the night before, and most of all…..God’s presence was with me. I felt him as strong as I ever have in my life. During the run, I talked to him, prayed to him, and thanked him. During this run, I was gliding. I felt like the David Nutt of old out there. I felt like I could have turned it up as much as I wanted that day. The last mile was an easy 7:02. With .2 left, I took off at a 5:40 with my daughter way behind me yelling, “Go Daddy, go!”
Monday’s run did not feel like that and I may never have a run like that again, but that’s okay. I’m not going to forget how Sunday felt. I’m not going to forget God’s presence with me that morning. For 9 miles, I did not have ALS. God allowed me to have that run and I am grateful. God reminded me that he controls everything. God is good.
respectfully submitted by Bowtie