10 days ago YHC got a message asking him to Q at Sweep the Leg. Now, a little background, the only way I’ve come close to the top 3 finishers at STL is when there have been 4 people in attendance, and usually STL picks a top finisher to Q. I accepted almost immediately, but then almost had to take it back when I remembered that today is the M’s (somethingith) birthday.
No false modesty here, my running game has improved significantly over the last 12 months, but it’s still not enough to keep up with the more aquatic, fried-snack based PAX in long distance Qs (though I give a ton of credit to them for kiting me along over the past who knows how long). At the end of every STL session my brain is usually so starved for oxygen that the left half of my brain has logically concluded that i have died, and the other side is reliving the horrors of the Whinny the Pooh ride at Disney World. I love it!
So, big thanks to Vuvuzela for inviting me to take the reins.
I knew I’d need something to keep the expeditious PAX engaged that would also make room for personal survival, but also made it difficult, if not impossible, to cheat on the running.
The gloom
After driving out to the Colosseum and dropping off some signage and lights, I hauled arse to CoT and got there with just enough time to realize I had two left hand gloves and swap them out.
6 PAX were stretching and chatting when I arrived and since I used my extra time to replace one of my gloves, the disclaimer was very short. I simply said, “Welcome to Sweep the Leg. I assume you’ve all read the disclaimer, let’s go, wait, who’s that guy?” as I pointed at Grinder. Fishsticks vouched that he knew the risk and off we went as I said, “Oh, and I’m 38 Special, we’re headed to the cul-de-sac at the end of Patricia”
The thang
After the 1/2 mile warmup. YHC handed out instructions. Every stop would need to multiply the lap number by a certain number of exercises. At the cul-de-sac it would be 10x SSH, which we did in cadence before starting.
Run towards the school and at the L that turns in, a sign was waiting that said:
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5x Dips x Lap
3x Werewolf x Lap
YHC forgot to mention what a werewolf is, and I still had energy enough at this point to still be near everyone and demo the werewolf (I call them circular pushups, but in the exicon, it’s a “Werewolf”)
Turning left here (because of the arrow!) run down the hill a little ways and there’s a sign at the bigger traffic loop:
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3x Burpee x Lap
5x BBSU x Lap
Each lap was almost exactly 1 mile.
CoT
Fishsticks and Tesla got 1st place, very shortly followed by Vuvuzela. The were actually the last three arrivals, but they did four laps and the rest of us just three.
Counted and Announced and asked for prayers or praises from everyone.
nmm
SLT has no ten counts, no stop and breath moments. It’s all about pushing forward knowing that it’ll be over (in one way or another) in 45 minutes or so. It’s about as blank as my mind gets trying to pull myself up that damned hill on Dave Gibson. If I let my mind wander, I’d probably just fall into the ditch.
It hurts and it’s cathartic.
You want to know what I’m dealing with inside? Get me thoroughly exhausted. Too exhausted to care if the world knows the worst things I think about myself. And then head to CoT. Today I shared about trying to get my weight (back) down. I’ve tried prayer, begging the M to hit me with a broom if she sees me unconsciously eating a stack of cookies she insists on leaving in one of those glass displays on the counter, self shame…
I heard some good prayers from exhausted PAX today. Real needs expressed. Always good to hear those. And Quack Attack is good company on long killer sessions like today.
Looking forward to the next STL…
