Late Night Substi-Q on Running Day

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Late Night Substi-Q on Running Day

QIC: Greenspan

Date: 4/2/21

PAX: Posthole, Chessesteak, Greenspan

This isn’t a fish tale, but 5 Qs got away from today’s Urban Assault honors before YHC found himself on the hook in the middle of the night.  It probably wasn’t the whopper that Posthole was imagining he was getting with the first nibbles, but it seemed to sufficiently serve the other two HIMs who showed in the gloom.

Warmarama:

Standard fare:  SSHs, Abe Vigodas, Whirlies, Cherry Pies, Up/Downward Dawgs

The Thang:

We ran a Dawg Pound-inspired 2.8 mile loop; first headed south on Longbranch Trail, over to and up Rams Drive, back to Corpening Plaza, up to 1 West 4th Street courtyard, fly-by of Reynolds, pit stop at the train trestle, and back home with pain stations mingled in.

All reps x 21 with moseys in between:

  • Merkins
  • Squats
  • Wilt Chamberlains
  • Lunges
  • WW2s
  • Dips
  • Jungle Boi Squats
  • Gas Pumps
  • Dive Bombers
  • Calf Raises
  • Pull-ups
  • Burpees

Finishio.

Announcements:

  • As of now, the H.O.G. has the Q-onors for the SuperMax & Alcatraz double-down for tomorrow.

 CoT:

  • The H.O.G.’s son who threw up in the middle of the night.
  • YHC took us out by sharing some recent reflections. In all four gospel accounts (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John) in the New Testament, the fittest of people in society, the Romans, Pharisees, and Sadducees, allied themselves to crucify Jesus on “Good” Friday.  These “fit” people were ultimately blind to their heinousness.  This is not a diatribe against them, however; this is a call to deep personal searching of our own souls beyond the identities and reputations we have created and project.  Who are we, who am I in my inner man?  Unlike many, YHC personally has no doubt that we, in our enlightened age, would do the same thing to Jesus today.  I’m the guy in the crowd that’s rioting for Pilate to release Barabbas, not Jesus.  I’m the physically fit guy, relatively speaking, who doesn’t have a relationship with my biological father who divorced my mother when I was 2 and had very little involvement in my life at any point.  I neglected even attempting to cultivate a relationship with him because of the scars and wounds that were deep down in my soul.  He was diagnosed with prostate cancer this week.  I’m physically fit, and that’s the identity that I want to project; but the truth is, I’m also deathly sick, and the inner life (or death) is what will ultimately be revealed.  “For this purpose I was born and for this purpose I have come into the world – to bear witness to the truth.”  -John 18:37

Moleskin:

  • Fridays are generally a running day for YHC. Upon witnessing the H.O.G. volunteering to take the Q-onors for UA from Burns at WIB yesterday (who in turned took them from Zima who took them from someone else), YHC spontaneously called for a 3-mile EC run at 0500.  Awaking at 0430, YHC noticed a text from the H.O.G. at 0011 (12:11 am) requesting a sub.  YHC assumed that the EC run was off and that the running time could be used to come up with a workout.  YHC sat in the Pilot at Bailey Park under the watchful eye of Kim the Security Guard (very friendly and welcoming, BTW) looking at old Dawg Pound backblasts.  The Dawg Pound was a WeFoCo Saturday workout at Tanglewood that involved running with pain stations.  YHC quickly had the makings of the plan.
  • The other part of the equation, of course, was pax to enjoy the fun with. Posthole arrived with 8 minutes to spare; the two of us were making coffee plans when Cheesesteak ran the light at 4th street to join us just in time.
  • When we were halfway up Rams Drive, which Cheesesteak & Posthole loved, BTW, Posthole says, “I hope Razzie didn’t show up on Spicoli-time. He’ll never find us now.”
  • Upon arrival at the train trestle, Posthole offered up, “I wondered when this would make an appearance.” YHC is nothing if not predictable.
  • Cheesesteak didn’t see coming the 21 burpees when we returned to the launch. “Effin A!”  YHC can’t tell you how gratifying that outburst was.  At another point, he (Cheesesteak) expressed his satisfaction at the disorientation of those pax who posted to his Conspiracy Q earlier this week.
  • Cheesesteak commented that “Wilt Chamberlains” and “Alabama Prom Dates” were equally descriptive and not really appropriate for mixed company. This led to Posthole admitting that he knew very little about Wilt the Stilt which led to a discussion of Wilt’s “scoring” prowess.  PS:  The top 6 single-game scoring performances in the NBA are as follows:  Wilt:  100; Kobe:  81; Wilt:  78;  David Thompson (yes, the NCSU David Thompson) and Wilt (twice):  73
  • Cheesesteak and YHC agreed that something happens to us when we turn 40, providing loads of encouragement to the youthful 39-year old Posthole. Most of it is psychological, I’m sure.

A great morning of sufficient reps & mileage with an abundance of 2nd F.  Thanks for letting me commandeer the keys for a second consecutive week, Posthole.  You’ll have to run up Rams Drive again to retrieve them.

Have a great weekend, men!