Damn (the) Torpedo!

The BackBlast:

6 HIMs arrived at Razor, including Beethoven, who was 1.5min early (new record?). Ferris pulled in & was immediately noticed as an FNG to the AO. “I’ve only been to 3 workouts”. “Wonderful! Where?” “This one called ‘RAnGEr’ and I can’t remember the others”. “Uh… You’ll be fine.”

3.5 mile loop through Sedgefield and down to Freedom Park for backward-running suicides up The Lurker – that shall now be known as Damn The Torpedoes, as Torpedo is the one that suggested running backwards as good BRR training. Plus, the day before, he had me doing suicides on The Lurker. When I told the PAX where the idea came from, Rugburn said, “Damn Torpedo! Where the hell is HE, while we are out here doing this?” Throughout the beatdown, we basically stopped every 1/3rd of a mile and did something (merkins, LBC’s, jump squats – you name it, as it was various things). Ended with a 9:30 pace, and considering the bit of backwards running that we did (up to first street light, back to start. Second street light, back to start. Third street light, back to start), that’s not a bad pace, considering my slow ass was the Q.

COT – thoughts to the continued trauma of Rugburn’s M losing her father a month ago. Things are improving.

Coffeeteria at the Teeter Starbuck’s