Fury – 3/28/24

PAX – Crayola, Bengay, Smalls, Snake eyes, Quickie, Encinoman, Duggar, Southern Belle

Avast ye scallywags! ‘Twas another glorious morn of fury, with I, the fearless captain, leadin’ the charge once again. Eight stout-hearted buccaneers answered the call for a mobile workout. We commenced with a series of hearty warm-ups, punctuated by burpees to stoke the fires of determination. Before we set our course down the road, a final test of mettle awaited—a set of 20 burpees to steel our resolve.

As we ventured forth, the spirits of adventure danced upon the wind. Along the path to our mysterious destination, we made pit stops for push-ups, squats, and abdominal trials. Finally, we arrived at our coveted prize—the uncharted hill with no name.

Upon its treacherous slopes, we initiated the grand 11s challenge—a grueling routine that tested the limits of endurance and fortitude. With burpees at the foot of the hill, we ascended with the ferocity of beasts, then made our way back to level ground with lunges and moseys. Each completed round took us on a circuit around the formidable fortress, with crawlbears taking the place of bear crawls in alternating rounds. We labored there, under the watchful gaze of the gods of fitness, until our muscles burned like the fires of Hades.

But our adventure was far from over! With spirits unquenched and hearts afire, we turned our sails towards home base. Along the perilous journey back, we dared to engage in the legendary belt challenge—a contest of speed and skill that pitted one buccaneer against another in a fierce duel of sprints.

Though ineligible to claim the belt for meself this week, I threw caution to the wind and joined the fray. In the end, it was Smalls who emerged victorious, yet even in his triumph, he bore the weight of his conquest with a hint of regret.

And so, with the setting sun casting its golden glow upon our weary but triumphant crew, we marked the end of another epic chapter in our saga of strength and perseverance upon the high seas of fitness. Onward we sail, ever seeking new horizons and daring adventures that await us on the untamed waters of destiny.

Until the next tide beckons, I shall venture forth to indulge in the noble pursuit of coloring.
-Crayola