Pain Train, Roanoke, VA
Conditions: 43 deg. F, clear
PAX: Cat Scratch, Dick “Snake” Warlock, Dunphy, Freddie Mac, Legz, Pipeline, Puffs
Q: Pipeline
When Pipeline brought out coffee and chocolate eclairs to his friends Saturday morning, he found four sandbags, but no friends! So he figured he’d use the sandbags for Monday’s workout and give the eclairs to his basset hound. It was a win-win.
Yog to the deck, where a complete 19-Point Full-Body Warmup was applied. Then, YHC put on a fine selection of ’90s alt-rock and rap (where was JV?) and the Thang commenced.
The Thang: Sandbags go up, sandbags come down. One PAX was the timer, whose job it was to carry the sandbags up to 6 and back, farmer carry-style, while the rest of the PAX did an exercise. When the timer returned, move up to the next floor. The next timer took the bags to 6 and to G (in whatever order they wanted) and back to the floor they started on.
G: Deconstructed burpees in sets of five until the timer got back. Up to 1.
1: PAX held a plank and went around the circle doing five merkins and counting them out loud until the timer returned. Up to 2.
2: Monkey howlers. These sucked. Up to 3.
3. Partner carries up the ramp and back. Up to 4.
4. Wall sits. The end PAX crawled under everyone. This worked perfectly and should always be done. Up to 5.
5. Indigenous people’s run to 4 and back. Up to 6.
6. Six-inch hold. Snake demonstrated, but it was only 2 3/4.
Back to the cars. 5 MOM. Announcements, name-o-rama. YHC took us away.
An honor and a privilege! #NMM