17 PAX made it out in the foggy gloom this morning. We ran through a Q I’d planned pre-daylight savings, when one could actually see more than 5′ ahead of him. Here’s how it went down:
We moseyed from the flag to the parking lot in front of the entrance to the fly. From there:
Warm Up
-20 x Peter Parker
-20 x Parker Peter
-20 x SSH
-20 x Mountain Climber
We then moseyed up to the shelter-ish thing at the roughly midway point of the Fly. There, we partnered up and Dora’d, with one partner running a rough loop around the grass island in which the shelter sits and the other completing as many of the following exercises as they could:
-J-Lo
-Wife Pleaser
-Plank Jacks
From there, we moseyed all the way back to the avenue of the oaks, where we did a ring of fire with low, slow Peter Parkers. We were out of time at that point, so ended things with a count-off and name-o-rama.
Prayers were given with an eye toward the growing number of those directly impacted by Covid-19, with deaths in the US now topping 300 and known infections over 1,000.
