From Brian Woods: “A special kind of stupid” — A quick thanks to the 5:30am MBSers
It occurs to me, driving in the dark, icy rain falling, that I could be in bed. I’d really rather be in bed. For, like, 3 more hours…
I pull into the parking lot to see a huddled mass of 4 or 5 men and women standing under an up-lit sign that I can’t quite read, but that has a nice, early 90’s clip art logo that reminds me of a dojo out of the original Karate Kid movie. The whole group is standing there in the freezing drizzle at 5:20 am, waiting their turn to take a beating… and they’re all laughing.
Before I step out of my car I think to myself, “Boy, it takes a special kind of stupid to think this is fun.”
A couple of minutes later I get to meet the group. I’m crap for names, but I’m pretty sure that first workout included: Captain of the Athlete Retention Program, The Real Todd, The Old Guy, Arnold Schwarzen-pastor, Chick-Who-Could-Beat-Me-Down, and Rocket Scientist with the Dragon Tattoo.
I have no memory of the workout at all. I think I did it. Maybe I blacked out. Maybe it’s some sort of defense mechanism, like how women’s hormones dull the memory of child birth?
The next morning they were back, and the next, and the next. And then they brought beer… at 6am.
I’ve been fortunate to have wonderful friends throughout my life. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had teammates. I am grateful. Thank you,
Workout of the Day:
A. Group warm up
Run 1 mile
Run 1 mile