GroupMe mumblechatter Thurs pm: who’s Q at The Uptowner? Having vowed to avoid diarrhea of the smartphone, YHC figured someone would respond and step up, but it was getting late, so he never checked further.
Alarm at 5ish Fri am: ggrrr! To fartsack or not to fartsack, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the bod to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous weather and to lift rocks against a sea of troubles and by tossing hurl them. To die, to dream–no more–and by sleep we say end the bodyache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to! Ahh, blue pill bull schmill, I’m posting.
5:23pm at Pontiff: Brr. It’s cold and windy. Where’s the flag? Where’s another PAX? I suppose I’ll wait a few more minutes and then ditch it if no one shows up. YHC has no watch, so he waits for what he thinks is about 5 minutes. No Rudy making his usual Friday loops. No Hawg (he’s become a figment of our cyber imagination: hope all’s well!). No Triple Shift with his labeled rocks. No Frac Sac. No Tool. No Amnesty. No Marlin (after all it’s not Monday). No surprise visit from Kimchee or Reluctant Yankee. After three posts this week, no Shorty. No Cowbell (I’m forgetting what he looks like). No Rev Sox. No tunes from Bogey. No lithe Walleye. No nobody.
What’s a guy to do? Oh well, might as well be the Q. Hopefully, the PAX will keep up and keep the mumblechatter to a minimum. So get to The THANG!
- SSHs x100
- Imperial Walkers x50
- Hillbillies x50
- Squats x100
- Sun gods x50 each way
Select a rock (one that Triple Shift conveniently marked 30) for some 25-20-15-10-5:
- Overhead shoulder lifts x25
- Curls x25
- Tricep behind the head curls x25
- Deadlifts x25
- Squats x25
- Bench press on six x25
- Russian twists x25
Pause for some merkins, hindu planks (or, the REAL wife pleasers: plank where you go at it like you mean it), etc. and then a minute or so on the wall (sometimes with rock, sometimes without) and then rinse and repeat with a 20 count; then R&R again with a 15 count; etc. for 10 and then 5.
Somewhere in this midst of this routine, where the Q was riding hard on the PAX to keep up great form and precision, out from a distance YHC did espy Stella and her two fair companions. This ebon maid today had no worry of which PAX to greet: her focus was laserlike and not distracted from a plethora of PAX to abuse. She came charging at YHC like, well, like Stella. Kapow: she strikes, she wins. YHC had been in people’s chair for 40 seconds or so when he went crashing to the ground. A good distraction, but back to the THANG.
After the last set of merks after 5 putins, YHC sealed the deal with ten burpees. The countoff and namorama didn’t take long. Thanks for this twelfth day of Christmas. YHC got back to his car: 6:20. Sorry, Yankee, I went over a few minutes. If you’d been there, you could have kept me more accountable. The book of the Bible YHC is most drawn to is Job: it’s tough, it’s cruel and ultimately it’s true and it’s comforting. Remember: we’re not in it alone, and we’re not in charge of the world. But we’re each responsible for ourselves, with the Sky Q ever watching our backs (and sides and fronts and hearts and minds and souls). The toughest critic is your inner voice: keep it talkin’. See what trouble YHC gets into when he’s a PAX of one: don’t let it happen again!
Love for the new year, Jingle Vader
