There is no tomorrow!

January 2, 2020

WHEN: 12/26/2019
QIC: Cosmo
PAX: Floyd, Cardiac, Bellhop, Pikachu, WeedNFeed

Bellhop and YHC were making rather merry with the fams on Christmas Night, so decided to put a feeler out on Slack to see if anyone else might be thinking about bailing on Tobacco Road. Faithful site Qs Cardiac and Floyd announced they’d be raring to go, keeping YHC to his commitment to Q on Boxing Day. The Apollos to YHC’s listless Rocky…

We enjoyed a Boxing Day-themed workout, largely inspired by the famous Creed-Stallone training montage in Rocky III.

Standard warmup, with musical accompaniment of the Rocky theme, then grabbed a couple of small rocks each moseyed to picnic tables where we partnered up.

One partner did Muhammad Alis, which involves throwing punches while holding rocks and sitting in people’s chair, while the other partner completed Apollo Creed one-armed merkins or erkins, 10 each arm. Then switched off three times.

Next moseyed to curb for Rocky Balboas, just toe taps on a curb. Three one-minute sets.

YHC noted the completely gratuitous slow-mo close-up of Apollo’s and Rocky’s rippling quads as they sprinted down the beach. In honor of that, we did a completely gratuitous 201 squats.

Then moseyed to field to re-enact the concluding scene of the montage, where Rocky, having finally beaten Apollo in a sprint, leaps for joy into his arms. Everyone sprinted length of field, then buddy carry back. Sprint again, and other partner carries back. Some opted just for lunge walk back, but Weed N Feed and YHC at least got the full experience.

Back to picnic tables where it was more partner work, this time partner did 10 burpees while other partner did Muhammad Alis. Completed three sets.

Return to start for a few Paula Abdul sprints, then 10 merkin ROF.

COT
Floyd announced intention to make 0500 EC ruck a regular thing at TR
YHC took us out

A few of us stuck around to do a trash pick up at Herndon Park. It was in MUCH better shape than Parkwood Elementary, FYI and FWIW

MOLESKIN
As mentioned above, grateful for the accountability this group provides, pushing me to come out even when the fartsack really and truly beckons. Post-beatdown, YHC may or may not have gone home, eaten, showered, and returned to bed for four hours. Ah, sweet Boxing Day memories. Aye!