Apparently, all it takes to log some big numbers at an AO is to throw a gauntlet down on GroupMe…or the Twitters. But since I don’t tweet, or twit, someone must have helped spread the word. As I mentioned yesterday, one digital F3 communication format already overwhelms me. So, thanks ABB Kitty, Hi-Liter, Callahan, WKRP, and CI/6-pack/BurtLite/ChatEnforcer/Burt. That gentle buzz in my pocket that lets me know every three minutes that my job sucks relative to y’alls’ has become a welcome part of my day. All. Day. Long. Regardless, the taunt succeeded in bringing 21 PAX out to FOD for a grinding good time.
Jog around the lot with some butt-kickers and high knees. Circle up in the middle of the road for Good mornings and Windmills. Jog on up to the BIG parking lot mixing in a deconstructed perfect form burpee along the way:
5 deep squats, 5 frog-to-planks, 5 merkins, 5 plank-to-frogs, 5 squat jumps. Followed by 5 perfect form burpees at the parking lot. Which brings us to…
Time to practice that perfect form during some burpee-cides. Jog to the first island, one burpee. Jog back and drop for a double-merkin burpee. Jog to the next island and hammer out a triple merkin burpee. Repeato until reaching the last island, then circle back for SLOW Freddy Mercurys (each leg takes a two-count).
Everyone up and jog back to the basketball courts where YHC had carefully laid out 10 coupons assuming a PAX of about 12 for the day…21 was a logistical challenge. One (or 4) PAX ran some perfect form swiss merkin burpee-cides at 1/4, 1/2, 3/4, and full court. Everyone else made good use of the coupons, shifting down the line as each perfect form swiss merkin burpee-cider finished up. I don’t care what Franklin says, it worked.
Plenty of time left to split into two groups for pull-up/burpee-cides between the playground and the first lamp-post. 1 pull up at the bottom, 1 burpee at the top, 2 pull-ups at the bottom, 2 burpees at the top. If you didn’t cheat on the course, you made it to 3×3. If you did more, you know what you did…
Mary was another round of SLOW Freddy Mercurys, 6-inch leg hold, and then Hello Dolly, with no recovery. Mosey back to the cars for COT
No count-o-rama because YHC ran long (or the PAX ran slow?)
Name-o-rama. Welcome FNG Bunky’s (as in the car wash)
Announcements: Christmas party, toys
Prayers: Praise for the 2.0s, prayers for Swag’s, Hi-Liter’s, and Grease’s parents (FIL, Father, Mother). Prayers for Katniss…but remotely, don’t bring him a casserole.
It is always a pleasure to lead you men. Thanks for bringing your best today. How many burpees do you think you could do in 45 minutes? Just curious.