February 14. Valentine’s Day. If ever there was a day to stay in the fart sack snuggled up to the M, then it was today. And while some men out there did just that, there were at least 8 of us in Granite that pried ourselves away from the spoon and met at the flag to get better.
So, I hope I didn’t disappoint.
A little warm up… 14 reps of each.
- Side straddle hops
- imperial storm troopers
- little arm circles
- mountain climbers
Everyone partner up and grab a block (I was nice enough to bring over from the pile in my truck) and into the bank parking lot.
For Valentines, we are going to do all work with a partner, 14 different exercises, and each for 14 reps. While one partner does the work below, the other either did a wall sit, LBC’s, or some plank…whichever suited them the best. When both partners were finished with the first exercise, they both ran a lap around the bank parking lot together. See… cozy.
- peter parker
- bench press
- lunges (each leg)
- overhead tricept raises with block
- kettle bell swings
- Australian Mtn climbers
- tuck jumps
- straight arm forearm lifts w/blocks (reverse curls?)
- “Say Anything” calf raises w/block above the head
- Banjo wall climbs
After all this fun, we head back to the flag for 5 minutes of Mary, where we got an additional 14 each of the following:
- rope climb
- ?? I forgot ??
- Dying Cockroach
A count off, some name-o-rama (with FNG!!), and a COT that tied together three big LOVE passages: 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, John 3:16, and John 13:34. Love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. God’s perfect example of Love is sending his only son into the world for us, and so it is that Jesus commands us to Love one another as he has Loved us. Remember to make Love the focus of what we do…and Love everyone no matter how much they tick you off.
FNG: So on lap 1 of the workout, FNG had only run about 15 yards or so and tripped on some uneven pavement. He crashed hard. We stopped to pick him up…brush off the gravel and continue on. He manned thru in true Granite Strong fashion. Of course that opened up a whirlwind of naming possibilities. Ultimately, he is forever known as Tumbleweed.
BTW: someone asked me if we laughed at him. My reply: Heck no, this guy is RIPPED! He’s 16 years older than me with 87% less body fat, 3,000,000 more miles on his running shoes, and these little creases in his skin next to his eyes that remind me of Josey Wales. The dude wore these triathlon shorts and a t-shirt while I’m wearing tights and a hoodie. No, I didn’t laugh.