It was a wet, dreary morning at the A1C. YHC was happy to see BBQ drive up the ramp. It’s been awhile since he posted, and he always brings the energy. Moby arrived next, then Hogsbreathe was the caboose. Mumble chatter was all about the Kansas City Chiefs, bad officiating, super bowl possibilities, celebration possibilities, etc…
After the warm-up, I brought out the deck of death and assigned each person a suit.
They got their pick of exercise: we had merkins, burpees, al gore thorogoods, californian sun bathers, poop scoopers, and various others. Some on your own, other in cadence. That’s where things got interesting: some people, not naming any names, couldn’t count properly. Not once or twice, but several times by several individuals. Throw in some laps and stair masters, and it was 6:00. COT, remember about the CRAZY IVAN tonight gentlemen. Moby prayed us out. Thanks for coming out gentlemen, always an honor to workout with y’all. You push me to be better.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
