Graced with the presence of an IR Leaky and Walking Dead Super Dave, Bloodhound showed up in peak form this morning—absolutely delighted to yell at every injured, sick, or otherwise pathetic-looking PAX. Nothing brings this man joy like telling an injured HIM to “suck it up” while simultaneously insulting someone’s limp.

We grabbed rucks and sandbags for a Farmer’s Carry / Rifle Carry death march to the football field. Once there, the fun really started: PAX took turns bear crawling and shot-putting sandbags 100 yards, because nothing says “healthy decision-making” like recreating the world’s worst strongman competition at 0500.

Main event: Dora 100
• Upright rows
• Sandbag squats
• BBS (bonus groaning included)
• Sandbag drag + 100 yd run (attempts at running ranged from “slow” to “basically gravity”)

After the PAX completed their suffering, we Rifle-Carried and Farmer-Carried everything back to the flag—because clearly we hate ourselves.

Bloodhound left smiling. Everyone else left questioning their life choices.

Aye!

MARY: Burpees

ANNOUNCEMENTS: Wicked Witch Half?

COT: Oxbow’s M, SuperDave, Praise for Hopper’s M