So about a week ago a couple buddies of mine and myself instituted a new super-secret, awesome-only club: We call it the Sandbag Death March Club. We’ve only met once, but I’m thinking we’ll shoot for monthly meet-ups. If you’ve got an 80+ lb. sandbag, you’re welcome to join… But here are the rules:
The first rule of Sandbag Death March Club is-…What? No. No, you can talk about it all you want. That’s a stupid rule, why would we say that?… The first rule is don’t drop the sandbag.
Second rule? Continue to not drop the sandbag
Third rule is… Well we haven’t made any more rules up yet, but it’s a work in progress.
I mentioned the stairs at Church Hill here in Richmond, VA (RVA, hollaaaa) a few weeks back when my buddy Drew and I did the stairs a couple times with a Sandbag climb to top it off… I’d liken that to the fight Ed Norton and Brad Pitt had in the parking lot when Brad said, “just hit me… Surprise me” (Sorry for all the Fight Club references, but I was Tyler Durden for Halloween and I’m still feeling it evidently)… It was a dry run.
Last week though, we put some parameters around it. So here’s what the deal was…
Each person does:
3 stair sprints
1 double stair sandbag climb
1 single stair sandbag climb
We do the above until we’ve all finished, or until someone pukes… See, there you go: third rule.
Drew puked. Three times in fact. Right after the double stair climb, he lost his breakfast… So luckily for all of us, we didn’t have to do the last single stair climb. Gotta’ give the man respect though, he pushed through the rest of the workout regardless of his moment of weakness.
After that, we worked in some heavy core:
sandbag oblique raises
So there you have the initial agenda of the Sandbag Death March Club. It may not look like much, but I can assure you it was grueling at times. I look forward to doing it again in a couple weeks! Hopefully as we get more badass, we can make the workouts more badass.
As always, I’ll keep you posted!