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The BackBlast:

7 PAX braved the cold and my twisted imagination for my first solo Q. After a good warm-up (Jacks, Walkers, ‘Muricans, LBCs, Clinmbers), we ran the Ring of Doom. Running around the block and do 10 Americans at the first turn, 20 squats at the second turn, and 30 flutters at the last turn. I thought we would get to do it more and I would throw in Burpee just to be evil, but the Routt turned out to be a whole lot longer than it looked on the map when I scouted it yesterday.

Grabbed my 30 pound sandbag, which, after much discussion, we decided is actually a 30 pound gravel bag. We formed a line and head of the line, held the bag above their head as we jogged down to Marsh and over to South Boulevard. Along the way, we would cry out our war cry of “Scrooge!”, and the last person in line with Indian run to the front and take the bag. By the end, Scrooge said he felt like he was in trouble and getting yelled at all the time.

At South Boulevard we circled up and did a series of past the bag exercises. First we did pass the back squats, then we did pass the bag, World War II set ups, and then we did pass the bag push-ups, and finally pass the bag twists. Just for fun, we circled up and did squats and threw the bag back-and-forth. We call that one a circle jerk.

Then, for the highlight of the workout, we jogged over to the F45 gym, and circled up outside their window and threw the bag back-and-forth enough times to make them think that we were all super manly. We repeated the Indian run bag carry back to the AO just in time to get in a good stretch and call it a day.

Everyone agreed it was a good workout, and we now understand why F 45 is actually 42 better than F3.