1/4 mile of slam ball throws and lunges proved to be too stupid to complete so we cut it off somewhere between 1/4 and 1/8.
Four pain stations with a rotating runner was scrapped due to the age gap. I wasn’t so much worried about the 2 year old as I was the recovering heart surgery victim.
Riffle carry balls back to start dropping for 10 Merlin’s per light.
Quick wifle ball game and finished out with abs.
Chastain’s daughter got renamed but almost got “andahalf”. She pushed back so we gave her black swan.
I wanted to name the youngest Dunkin yellow knees because apparently his knees were the canvas today. I was told he would get named when he was older.
Tried my best to get clay to yell his name, I got a slightly raised voice reminiscent of a pissed off deflated.
Cheddar went yard in waffle ball (or what the kids now call it “swamp donkey”). Couple big hits from some of the other youngins too.
I’ve heard numbers are down (or perhaps Waxhaw has become worse than Union county at writing back blasts), but second helpings seems to be strong. Although if Dunkin ever fails to show, half the pax will be gone. Either way it’s a fun workout that challenges you to find shade in grass where we normally hunt lights and pavement. Come give it a try – my 2.0 might be there to talk trash to you like he did high hat today.