Finish the Drill
AO: The Annex
PAX: Bootheel, Giant, Orange Julius, Gus
Conditions: 70F – humid
To begin, I should set some context. I had planned to post at The Levee, but my man Phat Pat needed someone to cover his Q because he has degenerative hips or a bad groint (or something). I accepted the change late Thursday evening, so my workout was not planned very well. I knew I wanted to do a few classics, but I’d shift fire depending on the quality and quantity of the PAX who showed.
Orange Julius and I began a pre-workout ruck at 0450, while it was still fairly dark. As we approached the rear entrance of the park on the paved path, we saw a disabled car parked awkwardly on the slope of a drainage ditch, with the driver’s door on the high side. We heard the engine revving, but the car did not move. In the pre-dawn Gloom, I wondered aloud if we should go check the car, but I did not break stride while doing so. Juice calmly reasoned that the person seemed to be in no physical danger, and that we would check again after making another loop. (That Juice is a smart guy.)
On our second lap, BOB had finally risen enough to make out some details about the vehicle and its driver. It turns out, the small passenger car was missing its front wheels, had a front bumper that was barely hanging on, and had tree branches attached in odd places to its frame. The driver seemed to be annoyed at his predicament but otherwise unmolested. Still, Juice and I were satisfied that no one was dead or dying and continued on our way. By the time we reached the parking lot where we’d gather for F3, I had determined to alert the local authorities in case the driver was in need of medical attention.
To top it all off, the AO Q fartsacked due to varicose veins or acute hypochondria (or something). So, as the rest of the PAX arrived, I was on the phone with a grumpy desk sergeant with the Memphis Police Department instead of mentally preparing to lead a workout. I forgot to place the Shovel Flag and started two minutes late. God help me.
* mosey to the tennis court *
Four Corners on the Tennis Court
Dips & Squats & Dips & Squats
. . . .
* mosey to the playground *
10 minutes AMRAP
Imperial Walker IC x 20
Hillbilly IC x 20
Ratchet Shoulder Blaster Until ENDEX
COT / BOM: Repetition and tedium are demoralizing. Whether it’s a set of merkins for 60 seconds, a descending ladder of dips & squats, or a brutal Cindy routine, we have to finish the drill to reap the rewards. Similarly, in life we are often tempted to cut corners, thereby cheating ourselves or others. We must finish the drill to reap the rewards!
Moleskin: This workout had the potential to be a Cluster Q because of how scatter-brained I was at the beginning. Thankfully, the PAX rode with me until we found a groove, and we all put in some work.