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The virtual ShovelFlag was planted in the StabCity(FN1) Gloom at 0600. Gathering for Gamucci in the margins of the Dealmaking Spreasheeter Conference were:
OBT
TopRope aka Kennebunkport
Shaggy
Also in sight and in range was TennisWhites (Scott Smith), who slipped the hotel lobby EH and, coffee and newspaper in hand, headed off to the hotel gym for his "workout," with vague promises to be there on Saturday morning. I'm sure you and the ferns got a lot done, TennisWhites ...
What We Did (as best I can remember):
Run to faux-Gothic college campus.
Side-Straddle Hops warmup.
Run up hill to Athletic Complex.
Basketball court: 10 Merkins; run baseline to baseline; 10 burpees; run baseline to baseline; 10 4-count Mountain Climbers; run baseline to baseline.
Run to turf-covered soccer practice fields.
Randorama of sprints, Merkins, burpees, bearcrawls, Imperial Walkers, leapfrog, walking lunges, little baby crunches, squats, etc.
Run to soccer stadium, run to top of bleachers 5x.
Back to practice fields.
Six Minutes of Mary: Hello Dollies; Flutter Kicks; Little Baby Crunches; Rotisserie Plank.
5 x 20-yard shuttle sprints.
Back to soccer stadium -- 5x to the top of the bleachers, starting with 1 burpee at bottom of first section and building to 5 (modified Jacob's ladder).
Run to entrance to Business School.
People's Chair, 1:00.
Dozen wall jumps.
Run back to hotel.
47:00
Spreadsheets From The Gloom:
_ 3xclaps, first of all, to Shaggy and TopRope for joining, particularly in the face of general TennisWhites wussiness (he also warned that it was "really cold" outside -- yeah, really cold if you're not working hard enough to break a sweat ... just sayin' ...). I got caught in a Spreadsheeting Crisis last night and was up working until after 1 a.m. The only thing that kept it from being a Fartsack morning was my commitment to them to be downstairs at 0600.
_ For a short while we shared the practice field with a ROTC contingent. 3xclaps to the future officers' commitment to our country -- but I still think we were getting after it harder.
_ Did You Know: Cushioning for the FieldTurf at the Faux-Gothic College in StabCity is provided not by ground-up tire bits, but by the charred, blackened remains of the human sacrifices Coach K and Wojo consume each morning in the bowels of Cameron Indoor Stadium. Absolutely true.
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(FN1) The year after I graduated from college, I lived in Galway in western Ireland. The city of Limerick, in southwest Ireland, is commonly known as Stab City because, well, basically, all the really bad s--t happens in Limerick. When I worked for the AP in Rhode Island as a cub reporter, all the really crazy crime stories -- Satan worshipping sacrifices, that sort of stuff -- came out of Pawtucket, just north of Providence. So Pawtucket was Stab City. In North Carolina, as I learned when I was the AP's news editor here for 18 months, Durham is Stab City. (The GasHouse is a second-tier StabCity, Piedmont-style.)
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