The second half was 3 rounds, for time, of a 500 meter row then 100 jumps with the jump rope. This was terrible for a number of reasons:
1) This was 2 activities, in quick succession, which would classify as "cardio." Big guys like me gain no competitive advantage from moving heavy weights and thus, the smaller amongst the group lap me by even more than usual.
2) I'm terrible at jump rope (for now.) I tripped up about every 10th jump. It is just difficult to get this kind of mass far enough off the ground for long enough that a cord can pass through.
3) It is hot outside. Like, hot, muggy and awful. Being that I am a sweaty dude in general, days like this make me feel like I should volunteer at a fire department. Not as one of those heroes that climb into buildings and save people, but as a fire hydrant. I feel like I could easily provide them with 10 gallons/second. Afterward, I thought about drinking some muscle milk, but then I remembered the sage advice of one of my idols:
In any case, despite losing enough liquid to jump start a dried up river, I finished the workout in 14:16. oooo, doggy.
