I admit it. I’m a people pleaser.

When I show up to Run Strong, I prefer a slow and steady run. Sprints hurt me. But I know distance isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. So when YHC sat down to write up a pre-blast, I caved to the pressure I constantly feel to please everyone and drew up a plan to cover over 3.5 miles of distance interspersed with breakneck sprinting. I knew that this way, everyone would be happy has clams…

Warmup:

16 SSH (No I DIDN’T forget to change my voice inflection on the 15th rep. And no I DIDN’T cover up that fact by doing 16 reps of every other exercise we did in cadence. I don’t know why you even thought it…)

16 Merkins

The Thang:

Moseyed to the tennis court for 3 suicides. Recovery between reps was kept to a minimum.

Divided into Tortoises and Hares. Ran a 1 mile loop (with a slightly shorter route for the Tortoises, a practice which continued for the duration of the beatdown).

Back at the tennis courts, 2 suicides.

Ran a mile and a quarter to the bottom of college hill.

Once there, we tackled one giant parking-lot-wide suicide. That one hurt.

Ran three quarters of a mile back to the flag. Some of the Pax excitedly raced to the “finish.” Little did they know, it was only 6:11, and we weren’t done.

Back on the tennis courts. The mumblechatter flowed freely. When YHC instructed the Pax to line up on the now familiar suicide starting line,Tonka taunted, “You won’t.” The thing is, though, YHC would. 2 more suicides.

Feeling winded, nearly to the point of merlot spillage, YHC cut the final 2 suicides from his planned beatdown, opting instead for 16 (that’s right – 16) Merkins.

Moseyed to the flag for the Countorama.

Prayer Requests:

Fredstinko’s exam

Amigo’s upcoming mission trip to the Dominican with Covenant Church.

Praise for great times and no deaths during the Squatch.

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