AO: Stairmaster
Q: U-Haul ,
PAX: Chaos, Zinfandel, ChatterBox, Elmer’s, Transporter, Tron, Tollbooth, U-Haul, Radar
FNGs: None
COUNT: 9
What had happened was:
The PAX rolled in under dark skies and an even darker radar that looked like it had been highlighted by a green Sharpie. At 0500 the phones confirmed it—plenty of rain in the area. The question of the morning: Was the Waxhaw Bubble real, or were we about to become human sponges? Spoiler alert… it tried, but we still got wet. Science remains unsettled.
Warm-up was short because nobody wanted to stand around and admire the weather. We took straight to StairMaster rules at Cutty Stadium—up, down, repeat until legs questioned every life choice made since the alarm went off. Merkins w/ ruck made appearances (because of course they did), mixed in with squats, seated foot release squats on the bleachers, 1 min planks, and big boys to ensure no muscle group felt left out or loved.
Rain teased us on and off, just enough to keep morale low and laughter high. Shoes squished, breath was heavy, and the stadium stairs showed zero mercy. The Waxhaw Bubble may have flickered, but it never fully saved us—and that felt on brand.
Finished strong, soaked, and smiling in the gloom. Fellowship was solid, mumblechatter on point, and everyone left knowing they earned every bit of that post-workout coffee.
Takeaways:
– Radar lies, stairs don’t
– The Waxhaw Bubble is more myth than science
– Rain or shine, SYITG
T-Claps all around. 👏
