Our last (of six) stations today was boards. Boards on dry turf. Think “engine without oil.” Or Velcro. It was the perfect poster child for this week’s bear of a workout. (And for the record, if the turf is ever that dry again, I’m spraying it with PAM.)
We passed plates during wall-sits. We ran and hit the deck in Wayne’s group. We did some torturous bear crawl exercise with ladders. Clark worked our core again. We played hot potato with a weight and didn’t break any bones. And we pushed boards. Did I mention the turf was dry?
My line mates and I struggled and triumphed. We pushed and encouraged each other. Bad jokes and encouragement pulled us through the hard moments.
At weigh in, I discovered that I had lost two pounds. Right now, my right arm is shaking. I’m worn out.
Two more weeks of training and Paul’s back next Monday. My right arm may disagree, but I’ll miss this. Dry turf and all.
Boards?