Thruster? I Barely Even Know Her

A 3-2-2-2-1-1-1-…..-1 of thrusters took us downstairs for a change, where the kickboxers we share space with watched confused as we pushed around ever higher amounts of weight. We each dropped out of the rotation when we hit our relative max’es, eventually leaving just David and Justin alone for the last few rounds, with David barely edging Justin out in the end.
After, we balanced things out with a pullup ladder, and a one-minute jackknife challenge.

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