On March 12th of 1930, Mahatma Gandhi embarked on a 240 mile march to the coast of India to protest the salt monopoly that the damn Brits had imposed upon them. YHC didn’t think we had time to run 240 miles, so we modified as needed.
Mosey to Coupon Corner for each PAX to pick up a trusty coupon and continue to the main entrance of ET Booth where a strategically placed 30 lb. salt bag is waiting for us.
Let’s make it to the coast one exercise at a time:
Before the BD started, YHC let the PAX know that the salt bag was very precious and that it could not hit the ground for the rest of the BD with the exception of Man Makers. It could be passed off as needed as long as it did not hit the dirt. If it happened touch the ground, everyone had to do 2 sets of WMD’s.
240 Steps (up and down the ET Booth steps 12 times.)
120 Lunges (Single Count)
60 Pushups- This one probably sucked the most with the salt bag.
30 Crunch Frogs
15 Man Makers
7.5 Coupon Curls
Pass the Salt- stand in a single-file line and toss the salt bag down the line and hope you don’t drop it.
Simple enough. Oh wait, we have to make it back to Gandhi’s house. Let’s do the whole BD in reverse.
Based on Exile’s suggestion, we did Pass the Salt in a circle the second time which resulted in some risqué throws across the circle and over PAX’s heads. Luckily, our sure hands did not fail us.
We headed back to coupon corner to drop off coupons to start an Indian (actually culturally appropriate in this case) run. The salt bag started with the runner in the back. He would run to the front with it, and then pass it back through the line to the last man. Rinse and repeat. I am not sure what happened, but Exile and YHC developed butter fingers (Exile blamed it on his morning routine of eating buttered popcorn for breakfast.). Anyway, we “accidentally” dropped the bag 4 times during the Indian run so that everyone could enjoy WMD’s.
Prayers for Piccolo and his car/family decisions and Sharapova, his M, and father.
Naked Man Moleskin:
Always thankful to be able to lead this group of men at The Apex. Exile, Piccolo, and Waffle Cone joined YHC for a prerun.
Mozart- pretty sure he is a cyborg, shows up, crushes the workout, doesn’t break a sweat.
Brad Pitt- that lunge form is perfection. BD’s cower in fear when he shows up.
Piccolo- glad to see him out in the gloom even though his truck is dead. Fellow PAX are always willing to step up and give a ride. Don’t hesitate to ask.
Jack Bauer- he was the inspiration for this BD because he got YHC into the Hardcore History podcast. Started doing some research on important moments on this date. Halfway through the BD, JB may have regretted introducing YHC to that podcast.
Huckleberry- another PAX that we were excited to see back out in the gloom. Another cyborg that someone said is related to Mozart. Makes total sense.
Geek Squad- my fellow Reynolds’ from another mother. We did an excellent job on Monday and Thursday of this week at The Apex tearing the PAX down and building them back up.
Exile- Mr. Butter Fingers. Great to have him out on Thursday, since he cheated on us with the Witch on Monday.
Waffle Cone- dude did a pre prerun. Noice! Glad that The Apex has become a Thursday staple for this PAX. YHC had some great mumblechatter with him on the prerun.
Vila- the FNG. Exile’s younger but taller brother. Showed up for the last 10 minutes. Does that really count as his first post?!?! He does woodworking and started talking about some nerdy stuff and Geek Squad went from 6 to 12 really quick.