- Lucky Charms
- Jolly Rancher
- Meter Maid
- Sump Pump
- Hush Puppy
- Le Pew (Q)
This is how I remember this WO:
I stepped out of my car into the 35 degree pouring rain and heard Jolly Rancher gleefully exclaim, “Le Pew, I hope you have The Boondock’s flag on you because we don’t have a flag to plant for the WO.” So under his watchful eye I proudly flew the sacred cloth on the silver streets of Pleasantville reminding the world of the strength and sovereignty of The Boonies.
I was pleased to see 9 PAX join me arm-in-arm as we entered into Dante’s third level of hell. It wasn’t long before it became difficult to discern between rain, snow, sleet, hail, sweat, blood and tears as we moseyed to the covering of the amphitheater.
In the COP, Pelican suggested we start with nuclears. No one could say “no” to his suggestion, so with a syncopated nod of every PAX member’s head we started in.
- Nuclears starting with ten, all the way down to 1.
Upon completion of the nuclears the wind began to scream with a terrifying shrill and Dauber suggested only one type of music could calm his nerves: jam band. Enter Phish and a run around the campus.
We all stepped out of the cover of the portico and ran. We ran against the wind, in the face of a mighty deluge for the 1/2 mile loop. I swear I heard Meter Maid asking for more of what God had served up as he forged through white capped rivers forming on the pavement.
The PAX found themselves knee-deep in freezing pools created by the storm made invisible by the darkness and tricks played on us by the little light we had. But we stick together and kept moving.
Back under with the portico we were ready for the main event: 21s to reign in the New Year.
As an homage to the PVille site Q Holy Roller, we started with Burpees: 20, 19, 18, 17 for a total of 69.
- Burpees/Big Boys
- Merkins/Big Boys
- Down to 2/19
- I believe Dauber and FOCKER were the only two that made it that far. Any other PAX who did please let me know.
Throughout this epic battle of man against nature we pressed on. We embraced the suck. There were infinite reasons to quit or complain, but we didn’t. We finished.
As Auld Lang Syne began to echo across the loudspeaker we knew that our journey was coming to an end. Some believed we had more time, but time flies when your having fun. These men laughed in the face of adversity and conquered the day with only one more task at hand: flutterkicks.
- 101 in cadence with soaking wet sneakers weighing down the men’s feet like a stone tied to a drown man’s back.
As time was called, we gathered around the circle and the clouds broke for a brief moment. We gazed speechlessly as a ray of the new year’s sun settled directly on The Boondock’s flag flying proudly in the distance. We all stood in awe at God’s power, God’s plan, and our ability to accomplish anything as long as we stick together.
The workout this morning is one that rivals Homer’s Odyssey, and can think of few ways to begin a year that make me as proud and grateful. I walked with giants.