The theme for the day was running. As in “running your @$$ off” running. (I did lose three pounds this week, so I kinda ran my @$$ off.)
We started with wall sits. You’re sitting there eating your cheese danish and wondering, “Marshall, what exactly is a wall sit?” Why I’m glad you asked. You lean your back against the wall and bend your legs at a 90-degree angle (like you are sitting down.) But wait! There’s more! Then you pass a 45-lb. weight back and forth (which I like because it takes your mind off the fact you are sitting there creating a lactic acid surprise.) You do that over and over until your legs scream, “Uncle.” Or worse.
Then we went over to Scotty and ran gassers/suicides. Forwards, backwards, sideways you name it. I felt like an old, creaky yo-yo. Fifteen minutes into it, the running came down like rain.
A visit to Wayne involved big tires, sprints and planks. What’s a plank? We put our toes on the tires and held ourselves up with our elbows. It ain’t as easy as it sounds.
Then the real running began. A quick lap (1/4 mile) around the track led to a trip to the football stadium where we ran the steps. Then rinse and repeat. A 15-minutes ’til the end, hustled the end zone and ran 100-yard sprints. (I like to pretend I am running a touchdown). We did some of them with bear crawls thrown into it. Somewhere in there we weighed. I’ve lost three pounds so far. (But am more muscular so I’m thinner.)
Tomorrow morning, I’ll get up and go running with some of my line-mates. And then Saturday, I plan on running a long, long run — maybe 13.1 miles if I get up early enough.
Next step on this journey is to start totally overhauling my eating habits. But I’ll save that one for another day. Right now, I’m unscrewing my legs and throwing them in a vat of ice.