24 days had passed since my trek to the Equator disrupted consistent F3 workouts and the Fartsack follies began, so for my third workout I granted Kong’s request to Q. Arriving at a timely 6:29:43, Satchmo and I moseyed to the PAX eager for a timely start, as I called out the disclaimer. Joining the circle and fumbling with the promised audio we began with suuuper-slow Abe Vigodas followed by bat wings, SSH, and shoulder taps.
From our home base at the statue we carried our bells to the equatorial region formerly known as little oak alley.
PAX were stoked to do 11s between the hemispheres starting with goblet squats at the Southern Hemisphere light poles and merkins at the Northern Hemisphere light poles. Moving south to north was accomplished like a sea lion (bear crawl) and moving north to south as a Galapagos crab (walk) for some extra misery as the music played, both taunting us and inspiring us; I did promise “minimal=zero” running.
YHC was pleased to see everyone living out Darwin’s theory: adapting to overcome.
Mosey back to our local naturalist, JJ Audubon’s statue to circle up and finish with Mary as diverse as Galapagos flora and fauna: each PAX pick their favorite core exercise and AMRAP for 2:15, nonstop. COT; thanks for letting me lead and breaking the fartsack follies.
