November 29, 2018

“I’ve always thought of myself as sort of a one man wolfpack.”

THE SCENE:
Twas a sweltering 54 degrees at the Cockpit πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

YHC was surrounded by the overwhelming presence of… nobody. Not even the geriatric walker from Monday who’d HCd for Thursday. Penalty burpees for that guy, amiryte?

Anyway, Tymna git it.

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WARM-O-RAMA:
Huh uh.

THA-THANG:
Lonely pearl on a lonely string.

Sprinted Cockpit’s 1/2 mile walking path stopping at points along the way to perform the following exercises:

Swing set rows x20
Lunges x15 (2=1)
Derkins x20*
Squats x20
Dips x20
Burpees x15#

Rinse and repeat as many times as possible. Completed 11 burpees short of 4 circuits.

MARY:
Huh uh.

COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
Soulja Boy

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
Saved for another time

MOLESKIN:
* YHC realized, pretty much immediately, how dark and eerie the back corner of the walking path is when you’re alone in the gloom. Especially after 0600 when all lights at the CP turn off as scheduled. After doing Derkins alone and face down in pitch black darkness YHC gave thanks to the Sky Q to be leaving the CP refreshingly un-murdered. There’s crazies out there!

# Doing burpees alone sucks lightyears more than doing them with someone else! I spent my time fighting the urge to not do them and say I did.

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