An alarming amount of mist.

Good old Urban Assault. We skewed older today and realized we all had nothing to prove, so we started with a mosey to the parking deck to avoid the incessant misty rain. The A.L.A.R.Ms went like this… Once we reached the lower level of the...

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From a U to an A

YHC made the East Bound trip back to Urban Assault where I quickly learned there are about 10,000 birds hanging out in the trees of Bailey Park. I was laying out the cones for today’s beatdown and they scared the crap out of me as I was running...

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America 250, UA Edition

Humid ass morning. Damn good company. Tough beatdown. WoR – SSH, Stretchies, Whirlies, Jack Reachers, Michael Phelps The Thang – AMERICA 250 Mosey to the coal pit to find a conspicuously placed weinke propped on a chair. Australian...

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Palin Hates Cussing

The old man had the Q last week at #UA so YHC followed in his footsteps and had the keys to the city this past Friday. 6, no wait 7, actually 6, and then ended up with 7 again, joined for some, all, or none of the beatdown. Here is what we did...

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Woodpeckering

Nine pax braved the (still) iced over roads of W-S to gather for a week’s worth of exercise in one 45-minute period.  They at least got what they paid for. Warmarama The normal, inevitably leading Root Canal to do some burpees. The Thang: Mosey...

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Let’s Go Crazy at Urban Assault

Thirteen PAX gathered in the gloom to face two legendary heavy hitters: Dora and Charles Bronson. The air was cool but not cold, no rain (yet), and the EC runners were stretching it out as we prepared to take on the Coal Pit and the Parking Deck...

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