Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.It had been too long since we ventured off campus, so we left it all behind. Like a bunch of Honey Badgers we just didn’t give a sh*t. We ran to Jingles Hill. We ran to the Concrete Beast. We ran down Main Street. We did exercises and an abbreviated version of the Concrete Beast Parade of Horribles.
Like this guy, the men of the TOTS can’t be bothered.
Conditions: Hot and Humid. Are you surprised?
COP
SSH x2 IC
The Thang
Line up and run, stopping along the way for a series of exercises to make sure our upper body, core and legs knew we still love them and hadn’t gone off and married our mistress Cardio. At The Beast we bear-crawled the flats of the garage and reverse bear-crawled up the ramps. At the bottoms and tops of the ramps we did 10 Carolina Dry Docks, 10 merkins and 20 squats. We did that for two (three?) flats and two (three?) ramps. Run up Main Street, turning at Mr. Ks. At the final corner, personal best pace to the flag. We met our old friend Mary there. She forced herself on us in a decidedly unladylike manner.
Pledge/COT/BOM/Devo
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