City Views and #HardCore Blues

The BackBlast:

Swole was the goal for the dedicated few choosing #HardCore for their #DRP

Secure Ruck, secure sandbag, secure Cblock, secure KBell and up the stairs across the parking lot. Stop for a few Bag-ups. Secure all gear, Rendezvous at the locksmith location.

The sweat is pouring from our heads like a fountain as we drop our gear to the ground. The gloom is thick and sticky like sweet honey dripping off a warm biscuit.

YHC tosses the Q to Karen. Pax Mosey over to the parking lot for some partner work. Partner one farmer-carries across the parking lot while partner two completes exercises x two rounds. Next up, partner one rifle carry cross the parking lot while partner two complete exercises x 2

Pax repeated this movement several times till shoulders, arms, hands were smoked.

YHC throws the Q to Booty. Pax secured gear crossed the street and over to the locksmith parking lot, Drop gear.

Booty exclaims, “follow me!” And disappears through the bushes to a beautiful grassy yard belonging to the “whisper cadence” guy. Pax bear-crawled across the wet and well manicured lawn avoiding any dog poop waiting to ambush a hand, knee or foot.

Pack secured gear and headed back to the #HotBox. Booty called: Hanging pull ups, bear crawl backwards to the wall, balls to the wall, bear crawl back to start x 3. Secure CBlock. Key-Hole run through the HotBox and finish at the #ShovelFlag.

Pledge of Allegiance.

COT

NOTE: The whisper cadence guy appeared one gloomy #HardCore morning in his robe, peered over the fence scowling at Dredd; “Hey you, can you keep it down a bit we have kids sleeping in here!” Dredd, scratching his chin and pondering his next move, called “whisper cadence!” and continued leading the work out using quiet speak.

The high humidity gloom added an extra element of suck to this workout. Lots of pax holding their knees and hoping for a 10 count between exercises. No 10 counts came.

Joy came after the workout when Booty opened up his big marine cooler and handed out IPAs to the Pax for an evening delight and reflection of a job well done in the early morning gloomy-gloom.

Snoop