The Quad: 4 PAX. Small enough to be an intimate dinner party; strong enough to reshape the concrete.

​The Main Event: Four Corners. Because why just run in a straight line when you can suffer at every cardinal direction? We ran, we reached a corner, we paid the toll in pain, and we repeated.

​The Leg Destroyer: 100 Step-Ups. Pretty sure we collectively climbed a small mountain. Our quads are currently holding a press conference to protest tomorrow's alarm.

​The Remix: A spicy, chaotic blend of other exercises thrown in just to make sure nobody could breathe properly.

​The Verdict: No tuxedos, no disco balls, just four dudes putting in work while the world slept.

​If you missed it, your calves thank you, but your pride shouldn't. See you at the next beatdown!