SixMike
Kit
Rook
Moniteur
Waco
Wichita
Achtung Baby (WarDaddy)
Zoot (Off the DL, then quickly back onto it ... )
Frankie Five Angels (FNG)
SuperDave
LawnMower (need e-mail)
BoyMarlo
RedWarrior
Modest Mouse
Girardi
Lee (FNG) (need e-mail)
Antonio Table
HitMan
Brooks
BlackBird
MMOB
Haywood
Senor Chips
Dredd
Robocop
DarkWarrior
Mizer
Commodore Griswold
The Rock
I-Mike (FNG) (WarBaby)
The Thang:
Run to Dropoff Area, for Side Straddle Warmup in Big Circle
Run to Folsom Prison Yard: dips; merkins; flutter kicks; slow flutter kicks; wide-arms; hello dollies; diamonds.
Run to SixMike's Stash Spot for brick collection; run with bricks to Back 40: Brick Turkish Get-Ups; Brick Manmakers; brick supines; brick crunches. Return bricks to SixMike's Stash Spot.
Run to Field of Discarded Clothing via Robert Plant: walking lunges, sprint back; bear crawls, sprint back; crabwalk to halfway, then walking lunges, jog back; sprint across and back.
Run to base of Jacob's Ladder hill. Split group between Dredd and OBT. One group did Jacob's Ladder to 5 while other group did Ramos-o-Rama in the Office. My group's Ramos-o-Rama: 1:15 of People's Chair; 20 froggies; little baby crunches; knee-ups; plank-o-rama.
Reunited the groups for CoT.
Spreadsheets from the Gloom:
_ Thanks to BlackBird for the update on MCougar's surgery, which sounds like it went well; she is scheduled to be home today. She, Cougar and the whole Cougar Pride were noted by name in the Shout-Out, also eloquently delivered by BlackBird.
_ We came up the proverbial few bricks shy of a load when dipping into the stash SixMike squirreled away under a tree after using them in the workout a couple Saturdays ago. We ran a brick exchange (much healthier than the needle exchanges so beloved in my hometown) to get through this morning, but SixMike has promised to borrow a few more from his backyard home-improvement project site for future use.
_ Frankie Five Angels (FNG, aka Joe Helweg) is the latest Hermitage resident to join the Wednesday morning carpool to Gamucci. The race is on to see whether Hermitage or Beverly Drive will be the first to run out of seats and have to rent a bus for the 5:05 shuttle to Selwyn.
_ Of course, the Hermitage guys might have run out of seats this morning ... if not for the Jar of Flies pulled by The Colonel, who most definitely went TU.
Here's the running email exchange that began yesterday:
The Colonel, Tuesday, 7:32 p.m.:
In, and I can drive.
Harold - want to meet at the bottom of the driveway at 5, then pick Hitman up?
MMOB - sounds like you are driving with guest?
Purple Crayon, Tuesday, 8:29 p.m.:
I'm out tomorrow. Have fun.
Hitman, Wednesday, 5:09 a.m.:
Saunders - you coming?
The Colonel, Wednesday, 6:21 a.m.:
Sorry about that. Just woke up. If my alarm went off at 445, mustve turned it off and rolled over. No memory of it. Great night's sleep, though!
_ Finally, a Kurt Cobain to Zoot, who ran to the workout from his home in Olde Foxcrofte and worked up quite a sweat doing it. Since the smell reminded me of how SixMike smelled a couple Friday mornings ago at SpartX following a big night at Selwyn Pub, I asked Zoot if he'd been drinking. "No, I've been sick," he replied, at which I rolled my eyes and made the old thumb-bottle to the mouth gesture to Nino. Poor Zoot hung until we got to Folsom Yard, where he puked and headed home. Totals for the day: 4 miles run, 102 side-straddle hops, one vomitorium and one baseless accusation of drunkenness. Like I said, All Apologies.
OBT
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