Not enough can be said about what we can achieve when we are held accountable. I’d had a long week by Friday morning and the weekend wasn’t looking any better. No need to get up at 5 right? Not quite. Roots had already texted earlier in the week to let me know I had the Q and just knowing it was my turn to contribute was enough to drag myself out of bed. I’m not saying I did it very quickly and when I forgot my watch and had to go back inside to grab it I knew time would be tight! Salt it the wound when I arrived and found a movie production taking up all the parking. I grabbed a spot much further than normal and could see the Pax staring at their watches as I ran up to meet them. F3 disclaimer on the fly as we moved quickly into the warm up.
Warm Up:
Quick Mosey to the flag where this spring’s duck shit has sprouted some aggressive grass. Knowing the shoulders would be a little tight from Wed:
- Plank Jack IC X 30
- Peter Parker IC X 30
- Mountain Climber IC X 30
Mosey to the neutral ground for F3 marketing BLIMPS. Several cars patiently waited on us to cross so at least a few people noticed.
Slow Mosey from the neutral ground to in front of the Loyola music building where We found some benches:
- LLS X 20
- Dips X 20
- RLS X 20
Long Mosey to the Tulane Parade grounds. Smell of bacon was in the air. BLIMPS at the corners and 1/2 way mark.
Mosey to Wolfpack for a double line Indian Run to the top. Hustle down the stairs.
Mosey to touchdown Jesus for one round of dying cockroaches IC X 20. Mumble chatter suggested perhaps the pace between locations was faster than desired but everyone made it!
Mosey back to the flag just in time. Count off, namorama, ball of man. After a little grab ass in the ball of man, the Pax redirected and joined me in a prayer of thanks for the abilities we have including the mental strength to get out and post with our brothers!
