Grass again. Crazy eights are not loved by the beloved. But, you know its right if its hard. This morning was not so much hard as FAST. We blazed diagonals 120 meters at a crack, "active recovery" to the other side and blazed again. It was also nice to see the regulars take turns at the front and work together. That is the beauty of group training. The rhythm in crazy eights is unparalleled. We can easily get lost in the workout, day dreaming or meditating and forget where we are. Toward the end, the sun is peaking while the moon is getting lower. If you look straight up into space (which is easy if you are always laying on your back doing ab exercise) around 6:48AM, you can pin point a dark spot that gets progressively lighter and bluer the closer you look toward the horizon.
We ran 5 miles and did 555 repetitions of various core exercises. No group training in Atlanta can pack more into an hour. Drink more water.
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