Amnesia grabs the Q late Thursday night for me, but as Amnesia is named for his forgetfullness, he lives up to it by forgetting to write the backblast. He showed up to the A1C with his usual bike, but inside the cargo contained coupons. It was time for some circuit training. Each participant grabbed a block and performed various exercises at various counts (some 20, some 40). Like I said, it was Amnesia, and he forgets. Squat thrusts, man makers, curls, overhead presses, leg raises…it’s all a blur now on Sunday afternoon. We finished up with Mary, and named the new FNG: Indiana Jones, or Indiana for short. Nacho prayed us out, and I finally got to go to the official end of a Friday beatdown.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
