The heat’s on. No, I don’t mean from Paul — although he has been pushing us hard the last few days. No I mean since the temperatures are no longer Arctic-cold outside, the gym is now quite toasty inside. And if sweat is your fat crying, mine is pitching a hissy fit.
The very first thing I did after warm-ups was Chips & Salsa. Line 1 starts with Leonard’s circuit and I purposefully choose the thing that I think it the hardest. I have gotten so much better at Chips & Salsa in the past year. With two bad rotator cuffs, I’m quite amazed I can walk down a basketball court only using my hands. But it’s a lesson I’ve learned in life — take on the hardest thing first and get it out of the way. I did Chips & Salsa twice. The second time, I did to half court and back in the time I had. It was my victory of the day.
I mentioned Line 1. Paul breaks us up into lines. You end up working out with the same people (for the most part) based on athletic ability and build a bond of friendship and competition. If you are lucky, you get in with some good athletes who will make you better. I am lucky. Line 1 this time is fantastic. Everyone has their strength and will push you to make you better. They also will support you when you are struggling. We all struggle. There are bad days along with the good ones. I am honored to be Line 1. Paul and the coaches push us the hardest because the most is expected from us. Halfway through the 12-week program, I am better shape than I have been at this point during any PLS training. I am blessed to get to workout with my friends. It is what gives me strength when I am about to give in. And there have been some rough days. Paul complimented our line and said we had great team spirit. I know we were all proud of that.
Brandon joined us today from Line 2. He is as good of an athlete as I am and probably better in some ways. It is good to have him aboard. He will push all of us. He is a great addition to our team.
We did the W-drill, sprints with bear crawls and inch-worms, the Gauntlet with 25-lb weights and the treadmill. By the time I was on the treadmill, I was a sweaty mess.
The heat’s on. It’s time to make that fat cry.