Don’t let your meatloaf

I got a text yesterday from Zamboni that he would be in Pittsburgh, and so wouldn’t be at Pearl Jam, but I held out hope that we might have enough for a dora.

That would be a big hell no. At 7:00 I glanced around and realized this would be just me. I can live with that.

I gave the disclaimer and we did a dynamic warm-up where everyone took a trash, bag and speed walked and picked up trash for the first five minutes. There were still a lot of trash on the field and around the basketball court so I decided we would incorporate that into the beat down.

I had come up with three recipes for meatloaf, and after each recipe, we would pick up trash as a recovery period.

 

Round 1

Manmakers x 10

eccentric calf raises X 20

American hammers X 20

Tricep Merkins, X 10

Leg raises X 10

Overhead presses ex 10

ARODS X 10

Flutter kicks X 20

Trash pickup

Round 2

Marionettes X 20

explosive Merkins, X 10

Alternating heel touches x 10

Thrusters ex 10

Lat pulls x 10

Oblique crunches, X 10 each leg

Alligator Merkins x 10

Frogs that are crunchy x 10

Trash Pick up

Round 3

monkey humpers X 10

elevated planks ex 10

Alternating shoulder taps X 20

Twenty ones – 21

Little baby crunches X 20

One armed rose X 10 each arm

Arm dips X 20

Farmer Carrie – around basketball court

Trash pick up

Repeat above

we were able to get through two rounds of each as well as pick up all of the trash, around the court, the pavilion, and the field. We found a mouthguard, some nasty old crocs, a T-shirt, a bunch of cans of whipped cream, and a dirty diaper. Not to mention a bunch of other stuff.

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