On Day 2 of the Bullpen, PAX saw downtown Durham in all its past glory and present rising.
Thang:
Warmup consisted of various exercises per usual. Then, clutching rucks and cinderblocks, PAX set off from ReCity headed south, evading broken sidewalks and barbed wire in a double-time jog down N. Mangum St. These gritty relics of urban decay were soon replaced by fresh images of renewal and vitality. Metal scaffolds held workers brandishing torches and tools high above the City, elderly friends were seen leisurely walking with newspapers under their arms and cups of hot coffee in their hands, city workers entered public buildings ready for the day”s work, trash trucks cleared away yesterday”s debris, shop owners washed storefront windows, a proud City”s diverse people prepared to attend to their daily vocations.
Turning right onto E. Chapel Hill St., PAX paused the tour at several points for 25 reps each of coupon/ruck squats, merkins, dips, and a bear crawl loop around an outdoor Moogfest studio outpost. Turning right on Morris St., PAX ruck/block jogged north beholding a spectacular pink sky with puffs of faraway cirrus clouds. The tour paused for merkins, etc. across from the home of the Choral Society of Durham (a nationally renowned civic arts institution since 1949) and continued past the old Durham Athletic Park (home of the Durham Bulls from 1926-1994).
With more interspersed PT exercises, the PAX turned right and headed east on Geer St. At this point, PAX lowered their voices and quietly crept up to the local Crossfit to get in an efficient but effective set of group pull-ups before nearby Crossfit personnel could intervene.
Next, after a round of dips on picnic tables amid the near-intoxicating aroma of smoked meats, PAX entered the final stretch. With a whimper more than a bang, beleaguered PAX ruck/coupon-sprinted a couple hundred yards (or was it miles?) back to our home at ReCity. Mary mercifully consisted of breathlessly returning cinderblocks to the pile and circling up for COT.
T-claps to Soybean, for very capably completing this cruel circuit (2 miles with cinderblocks and PT) with aplomb and good cheer on only his second day of F3.
COT:
Prayers consisted of remembering ailing friends, including those close to Chubbs and Elf, who are far too young to be battling cancers and other life-threatening ailments, along with the reminder to live our lives day by day and hour by hour fighting against all things frivolous and seeking all things important and lasting, with thanks to God for the many blessings of the morning.