With a delightful temperature of around 45 and the wind blowing a tad over 20 or 25 mph or so and waves spewing sea cucumbers and other detritus over the seawall, the diligent PAX were few in the gloom this morning. YHC can only rationally deduce that all the other PAX had electronic gizmos that were collectively hacked with a virulent strain of a corona virus variant, the FartSack Virus. [Ludites rule!] While some local news reporter was parked across the way, no doubt waiting for Hawgcycle to tell him where Jim Cantore or some bicycling science teacher at Country Day might be found, the PAX wondered who was the Q? Where was the Q? So two seconds to 5:30, YHC became the first Q: Ready Teddy, Okey Dokey, yada yada yada, and so on. Q1 (JV): The PAX quickly moseyed over the levee for quieter environs for a warmup. SSHs 20xIC, Imperial Walkers 20xIC, Low Slow Squats 20xIC, Grass Grabbers 20xIC and Windmills 20xIC. The PAX then moseyed on the street over to the Canal Street hump. For the first round of four: mosey up the levee for 20 merkins, then mosey down for 20 dying cockroaches (2-is-1); rinse and repeat but with only 15; then rinse and repeat again but with only 10; and finally rinse and repeat with only 5. Over to the grass for some Jack Webb up to 12 (should have gone to 14 to outdo Catfish—next time!).
Q2 (Holy Grove): back to the Canal Street hump. Bernie Sanders up, SSHs till the 6 arrives, mosey down and then SSHs till the 6 arrives; rinse and repeat three more times. #TClaps to Q2 for the words of encouragement to Q1, whose quads were dying. Then to the grass for two rounds of static V-Up folds for 30 seconds each.
Q3 (Bongo): it still being RRR month, time for a mosey along the levee towards Landry’s and then back to the flag, with an occasional pause for a round of burpees along the way.
A minute to spare, Q1 (JV) sealed the deal with 10 burpees. Intentions for Sheetrock’s daughter, Holy Grove’s dad and general praise. Thanks, gents, JV
