Let’s Get Miserable!

WOD

Kettlebell Swings

Burpees

50, 40, 30, 20, 10

Susan 26# 33:54

Jess 18# 27:17

Cindy 26# 26:15

Mark 35# 46:22

Rebecca 18# 15:18

Jordan 18# 24:40

Camilo 26# 26:06

Dylan 35# 26:12

Tyler 26# 38:46

Alex 18# 25:04

I showed up early and worked really hard to make sure I cooled the space down before we started. But everyone wanted to spread out. So we opened the doors and did it in the heat. You are some tough sons of guns (not smart but tough). Rebe raced through with her signature kettle bell swing and Mark toughed it out till the end. Gwyn noticed how much better Mark's burpee's looked since he started doing them as part of his warmup. Tempers were frayed. Most of you looked miserable doing it and I was miserable watching you. Good times. I can't wait till we get together next week.

Jack was bummed out for two reasons. One he wanted you guys to do burpees on Thrusday. I said hey what's stopping you. Two he did the WOD after you and as I was mocking his burpee form (that's how we coach each other. Lots of mocking,) he didn't even have the energy to tell me to Effe off. Very uncharacteristic for Jack. 

Jack's coaching today so you can all get together and discuss what a wonderful time you had yesterday.

Yeah Burpees!

jake

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3 Responses to Let’s Get Miserable!

  1. Jack says:

    It’s ok, I got to yell at Jake to give me an extra inch on the OHS when he started his WOD.
    Hey, someone’s got to keep the big guy honest.
    Blah, burpees…

  2. Mark says:

    Hmmm, I’m not sure “miserable” comes close to how I felt during the WOD. I might prefer being a prisoner in a sweat box in the middle of the Saharan desert for a day rather than doing this WOD again in 105+ degree heat. But if Steve will put in a pool I could jump into between sets then I might reconsider…

  3. jake says:

    Mark, I’m not saying that isn’t accurate but I just didn’t have that much room. Miserable seemed to capture it in one word.
    And come to think of it I was too wasted to tell Jack to effe off as well. Extra inch my ass. Granted I think that is what he wanted an inch lower. Felt low enough to me.