The morning opened with a mosey that immediately drew groans and side-eye from the PAX β the chorus of disdain loud and clear before the first SSH even hit 10 in what I think was supposed to be cadence.
Station 1: 8 rounds/25 reps of bodyweight torture paired with quarter-mile runs. Tysons, squats, lunges, shoulder taps, big boys, dry docks, V-Ups, and mountain climbers had the PAX feeling kinda squirrelly.
Station 2: 14 lines, burpees, bear crawls, sprints, and broken dreams. By line 10, the PAX knew their Q had lost his marbles and no amount of pixie dust could save us from this pain.
Bro Hymn
πΆ Ever get the feeling you can’t go on?
Just remember whose side it is that you’re on
You’ve got friends with you till the end
If you’re ever in a tough situation
We’ll be there with no hesitation
Brotherhood’s our rule we cannot bend πΆ
TClaps & Awards:
– Schneider earned the βGet That Nutβ Award β pumping out hip thrusts, dry docks, box cutters, and squirrel splats with disturbing enthusiasm. Form questionable. Effort undeniable π°
– With us in spirit award goes to – Recalc who’s still on the hunt.
Confirmed πΏοΈ kills 372 and counting.
Announcements:
– Convergence: Thursday at Body Shop β be there early.
– Saturday: Donβt miss the Redneck Beatdown at Titan, courtesy of Hatchet & Catfish ππͺ