AO: The Blizzard. Dairy Queen on Wilkinson at 0600 on Mondays.
The Thang:
Woodie lit up the morning with his full highlighter gear. We are beginning to think this is his only workout clothes. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it says Woodie. This was a special day, his VQ.
Chimay strolled up to the flag in a short sleeve Cotten tshirt representing QC Family Tree. It’s 40 degrees. Why no sleeves asks Evil? “I didn’t come here to sit on my...” The tone was set.
We did some exercises.
Woodie clearly had trolled through the F3 library because he was yanking out crap I’d never heard of...the Oil Derrick. Maybe there is an F3 workout out on a deep water Derrick somewheres...
We moseyed.
Down to the track we went and did four corners. There was a light sogginess during the sit-ups, Chimay’s cotton was sufficiently drenched but he is unphased. Started doing some schtuff around the track including some running then Woodie said “walk the curves.” You would have thought he just slapped Chimays great grandmother given the insulting look came across his face. “I gotta keep my HEART rate up!” Mutters Chimay. Off to the gloom he ran openly defying the VQ command.
Evil was reflecting on the full football field length side squats we did. It felt like sumo training, most exercises defied the normal human movements...running backwards..sideways...crawl like a bear. It was more of an animal farm than a workout.
At any rate, Evil Mutters some comment about this feeling a bit like a leg Day. “That effing does it!” Says Woodie and off to the dips we go. It was one of the most bastardized cadence counts of my life but the arms burned like fire so it was effective.
Mixed in Mary successfully eradicated all gas from the bowels. Woodie was approaching the limit. Wondering if he should have had one less IPA while watching his kids on the weekends Easter egg hunt. He was on the egg hunt now.
Mosey back to the Blizzard rally station. Chimay has a strong lead with his golden locks shimmering underneath the crescent moon. Evil decides to sand bag then sprint at the end for a glorious Chariots of Fire finish...by a nose! But lo...3 minutes remain.
Woodie pulls workouts out of his butt faster than a Pax prepping for a colonoscopy. 10 burpees on your own! This is fun.
Good prayers were had. The resurrection was celebrated. Thank you men for starting my week off right. We all need the accountability. I am thankful for you all.
Evil