THE MOUNTAIN
All Concord BackblastsMarch 6th, 2019
16 PAX
TEMPS IN THE 20s , Clear Skys. Winds light out of the N
WARM UP
Mosey to Carolina Courts
SSH x 30
Mt Climbers x 20
Mosey to THE MOUNTAIN ( My name for the new parking deck)
THE THANG
It is .33 miles to the top of the mountain running the entire deck.
Starting at Bottom run to top
Do 15 Peter Parkers
Take Mineshaft to Bottom
Do 5 Core Killers.
Run back to top of Deck
Do 17 Peter Parkers
Take Mineshaft to Bottom
Do 7 Core Killers
Rinse and Repeat above always adding 2 reps at the TOP and BOTTOM
Time called at 608am
Kakalackachoochoo but done with PAX holding super man instead of plank
Mosey to Mary
MARY
Broga and cool downs;
MOLESKIN:
It is the largest parking deck ever built (not really) in Cabarrus County and is over 600 feet tall (hardly)and is 0.33 miles to the top (actually true). From the top of the Mountain you can see a long way. Grover as you have herd was wearing a long sleeve T from prior BRR, short shorts that looked like he may have grabbed him Ms clothing by mistake in the darkness, shoes (PTL) *, and absolutely no gloves or toboggan. The other PAX having heard it would be freezing were dressed for the weather. Grover lead the charge, had to to fight off hypothermia, and made at least 6 ascents and was on 7th when time was called. PVT RYAN 2nd place. Gooney a strong 3rd. Luthor was full of vim and vigor this AM with full chest puffed out and strutting like a bantam post Dooks astounding victory over the MIGHTY DEMON DEACONs by ONE POINT. This actually happened. Following COT and special prayers for families in Alabama the greatest part of the morning occurred at GW Coffee where 14 of the 16 PAX retired for coffeeteria and fellowships of life. Many tall tales were told and some were true. THE END.
* Grover once did a training run for the Mudrun wearing blue jeans, work boots, and no shirt. This mind you after a mere 12 hour day of hard labor. On another occasion he showed up for a UNCC beatdown at 515am and did it in work boots, shorts, and cotton shirt, lapping all the thin svelt sugar rays of MECA that were speechless and struck dumb and mute.