It was toasty in the Golf this morning. The combination of heated seats and warm DD coffee left little reason to venture out. At 5:25 Dunphy taunted me to get out. I resisted. Mmmmm coffee. He tried again at 5:28. He looked so miserable out there. I resisted. Sipped more coffee. Mmmmmm. At 5:29:45 I folded and exited the warm embrace of my car. As the door swung open I entered the hellishly windy and cold morning air. It was down right miserable. My eyes immediately froze.
As we jogged to the tennis courts with frozen eyes I saw someone pulling in. Hold up gents, we need to wait for the last PAX. So we burpeed. Turns out that truck wasn’t one of us. False alarm. Extra burpees though….
We entered the tennis court and ran the lines 3 times. Poor planning (or was it??) left us running straight into the wind. Brrr. Sub 10 degree wind chill wakes you up (and makes you wonder why you didn’t just buy a damn gym membership).
Then we “warmed up” (a term I use very loosely since nothing would really warm us up)…
50 SSH IC
50 forward arm circle IC
50 reverse arm circle IC
50 Imperial Walkers IC
Still not warm, but no point in doing any more. Its just futile.
The “Thang” — F3 CRAPS
An exercise was called (and a number of reps) and that was repeated into the PAX with the dice rolled a 7 or 11. Once a 7 or 11 was hit, we did a 3 court suicide across the tennis courts and then resumed with the next exercise. We did merkins (sets of 10), burpees (sets of 5), american hammers (sets of 10), heels to heaven (sets of 10), alternating touch merkins (sets of 8), bottom out burpees (sets of 5), more merkins (sets of 10), more heels to heaven (sets of 10), more burpees (sets of 5), and more alternating touch merkins (sets of 8).
The highlight of the morning was Solo’s crap(s) skills. While most PAX rolled dice reluctantly, like playing monopoly for the twentieth time with their kids, Solo went whole hog and rolled them like he was actually inebriated at a craps table in a warm casino in Vegas. Each time the dice ended no closer than 10 feet from him (despite Space Jam repeating each role “Smaller role. Role them closer to you”). All of this was made more amusing since Solo just couldn’t role a 7 or 11. What made this less amusing was that we were doing bottom out burpees at the time….lots of them.
6:15 out of time.
Get in car. Jack up heat. Start the thawing process.
Strong PAX showed up! Pansies stayed home.