That’s not a F3 directive, just a song title by Georgia Satellites.
And we all know how Jose likes to have his music playing, and this song comes on – before you know it – Jose and Fletch are performing a duet, fingers wagging and all. I must say; it was pretty impressive. If only BBQ had shown up I’m sure he would have joined in with his air guitar.
The A1c started off weird with Moby coming in hot (usually he’s the first one to arrive), claiming his f* dog would not get into the f* truck, that little m*f*er.
Then Jose tells Moby that Steve will be the Q next Friday, and more f*,f*,f*…
We’ll cut Moby some slack – he was dehydrated.
So on with the warmup – numerous exercises interspersed with BBQ-like observation of the surrounding natural beauty – sunrise, clouds, birds, dog turd piles, etc.
Then on to the main event – the lazy man’s que – Deck of Doom. Each pax choosing a card and calling out the exercise of their choice. I squeezed in my least favorites: crab crawl, smurf jacks, and monkey humpers. all-in-all it was a sweatfest as we went into overtime to finish the deck.
DarkWingDuck prayed us out.
Moby brought watermelon for us all. It hit the spot
