Remember good, old fashioned TUG OF WAR? Well, while Team USA Men’s Basketball team beat France (yay!), I was working out with the Spartan Fam in Shoreditch Park.
I absolutely fell, got rope burn, am SO sore today, and had the best time. My team lost Tug of War, by the way - our penalty was 20 burpees after over an hour of training.
Did I mentioned we did at least 50% of the workout in the POURING RAIN? Not much makes you feel more bad ass then putting in drill work while others gawk under umbrellas wondering “who are these crazy mofos?”
Set to a live MC, Soca music bumping on speakers, and coaching by street athlete Chaka Bars, this is what went down:
- push ups
- jumping jacks
- russian twists
- spilt squats
That was the warm-up. Then on a green larger than a football field:
- wheel barrows
- piggy back carrying your partner
- Tug of war
And finally - a Spartan dash with a proper track and field start.
While the Olympians are putting in work just down the road breaking records and keeping the world in suspense, us regular folks (medal or no medal) are still doing the damn thing.
Pride is earned, not given, whether it’s on the street or in the Stadium. I went to bed with over 6,000 FuelBand Ice points and the marks to prove it.