Slurpees & M90x

Wednesdays are Tempo-runs. These runs are typically five to ten miles and are a little slower than 5k/10k race pace. We usually have to run these on our own because of work, family, and the chaos that comes with life.

On Thursday, Fatso and I went to Camp Williams with our ward for youth conference. Lately we have developed a minor dependence on ice sodas (slurpees); and that feeling of excitement that comes with leaving on vacation awakened the craving. We were both hauling young men in our vehicles and without thinking were diverted to the closest Maverick for a Mountain Dew ice soda. 

That proved to be our demise (at least with the Sista’s in the group). We couldn’t stay away. Camp Williams is only 15 minutes or so away from a 7-Eleven in one direction and a Maverick in the other. That was too much of a temptation for us and we succumbed several times. Each time we returned with ice soda in hand, subjecting ourselves to the gnashing of teeth by the Sister leaders. I think the ice soda induced brain freeze somehow weakened our mind and made us forget about the previous verbal whipping. 

We had some fun this year. Rappelling, military obstacle courses, swimming, night games, a movie, a cool fireside, just hanging out, amazing food, and M90x. We slept in military barracks which was way fun because everyone was together. Well at least all the boys were in one and all the girls were in another. We went to the girl’s barracks to say hi to Fatso’s wife (Piggy). She went to youth conference too because she is a leader over the young women and an amazing cook for all.

During some free time on Friday fatso jr and the Bowdies decided they wanted to do some M90x. So we pushed several bunk-beds out of the way and cranked up the AC/DC. Next thing you know everyone was involved. We started out doing spider push-ups, russians, leg throws, and sit ups. Then we got into the tough part with jumping lunges and pull-ups. We picked the wrong song for jumping lunges because it was way too long. We ended up doing about 120 lunges. Whenever the boys would stop lunging, I would say, “20 more.” Everyone stuck with it and paid for it with sore muscles later. The next day everyones gluteus was so sore they could hardly sit down. So everyone commenced punching each other in the high-glutes every chance they had.

Friday night rolled around and the Priests still hadn’t gotten in any good pranks so they were determined to make the most of their final night at Camp Williams. One of them set their alarm for three o’clock in the morning and they saran wrapped Ian and Dallas to their beds. Funny thing is, neither one woke up during the ordeal and were still in the same position when they woke up Saturday morning.