Prison Break
On Monday I went to the evening boot camp, since I was more awake (thank you sugar free Red Bull, my hero) and also since it wasn't as cold. Also I had accustomed myself to sleeping until 11:30 AM every day over the Thanksgiving holiday.
We started with a challenging post-Thanksgiving push up/plank/squat thrust/mountain climbers circuit (made even more difficult with half a pumpkin pie in your stomach) and then had "interval" runs in between. I was just glad we weren't doing the Ring of Fire again because I still maintain it gave me a cold last time.
For our second interval run, McD announced we were going to be doing a prison run which is one of the few boot camp exercises that actually sounds as difficult as it is. Which is testament to how tough it is.
A prison run is basically where you put your hands behind your head and then you take off running as if you just busted out of Pelican Bay Maximum Security Prison. Which may not sound hard, but running without your arms is kind of like swimming without your legs or playing the piano without your hands. Rather difficult and, in this case, aerobically challenging. From now on I am going to refer to the Indian Run as the Chain Gang Run, in an effort to create more truth in advertising.
When we got done with the run, we started up some more circuits, most of which I've quickly forgotten in a sort of Stockholm-syndrome cycle that I go through post-workout. I do remember McD saying "You guys were all so talkative before the prison run!" No one responded, just various gasps and Hail Marys from the crowd. "What happened?" McD continued. "What happened to chatty?"
Had I not been utilizing every ventricle of my heart to pump blood to my shoulders at that moment in time, I would have responded "I think Chatty got shot escaping from prison."
We started with a challenging post-Thanksgiving push up/plank/squat thrust/mountain climbers circuit (made even more difficult with half a pumpkin pie in your stomach) and then had "interval" runs in between. I was just glad we weren't doing the Ring of Fire again because I still maintain it gave me a cold last time.
For our second interval run, McD announced we were going to be doing a prison run which is one of the few boot camp exercises that actually sounds as difficult as it is. Which is testament to how tough it is.
A prison run is basically where you put your hands behind your head and then you take off running as if you just busted out of Pelican Bay Maximum Security Prison. Which may not sound hard, but running without your arms is kind of like swimming without your legs or playing the piano without your hands. Rather difficult and, in this case, aerobically challenging. From now on I am going to refer to the Indian Run as the Chain Gang Run, in an effort to create more truth in advertising.
When we got done with the run, we started up some more circuits, most of which I've quickly forgotten in a sort of Stockholm-syndrome cycle that I go through post-workout. I do remember McD saying "You guys were all so talkative before the prison run!" No one responded, just various gasps and Hail Marys from the crowd. "What happened?" McD continued. "What happened to chatty?"
Had I not been utilizing every ventricle of my heart to pump blood to my shoulders at that moment in time, I would have responded "I think Chatty got shot escaping from prison."
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