Author: Jingle Vader

With promises from Shorty to post at Okwata before the Turkey Trot, YHC knew the PAX would be thin. Yep, with crisp air and a slight breeze, a mighty PAX of three set forth in the Gloom.

After a reverse trot around the fountain, the PAX circled up for a quick warm-up: SSH 25xIC, Hillbillies 25xIC, Low slow squats 25xIC and Mountain Climbers 25xIC.

Mosey down the road (almost to Canal) to the levee for some 25s. In honor of YHC’s thinking that today was the 25th and November having 30 days, we trotted up the levee for 5 merkins and then back down for 25 lunges, then up for 10 merkins, then down for 20 lunges, then up for 15 merkins, then down for 15 lunges, then up for 20 merkins, then down for 10 lunges, then up for 25 merkins, then down for 25 lunges.

Gratis Merlin, we did a quick rotisserie chicken (high plank, then left plank, then can-can, then right plank, each for about a minute) before round two of the 25s (a more brutal version): the PAX trotted up the levee for 5 Real Freddy Mercuries, then down for 25 jump squats, then up for 10 RFMs, then down for 20 jump squats (mumblechatter starts increasing), then up for 15 RFMs (thank God, for rest), then down for 15 jump squats, then up for 20 RFMs, then down for 10 jump squats, then up for 25 RFMs, and then down for the last 5 jump squats.

Mosey back up the levee for another caress of the thighs: duck walk towards Tool’s Cabana. The PAX petered out about 2/3 of the way there: much father than YHC thought we’d get. Tclaps.

With dead quads, time for the guns. Dips 25xIC, pull ups 10 (IC, just kidding), derkins 15xIC.

Mosey towards the virtual flag for a closing Circle of Mary: LBCs 50xIC, Flutter Kicks 25xIC, American Hammers 25xIC, Dying Cockroaches 25xIC, WWIIs 25xIC, Monkey Humpers 25xIC (Heisenberg sounded sad that stopped so soon, his quads were only just being to burn), so Monkey another 25xIC, Hello Dollys 25xIC, and then an elbow plank for a minute. Close it out with 25 burpees (five sets of five).

Back to the virtual flag for countoff and namorama. Ever astute, Heisenberg commented that today’s PAX was probably the oldest post on record. By YHC’s computation, we had the VERY RESPECTABLE average age of 50. So you young fartsackers, don’t think you get a free hall pass for Thanksgiving. After thanks to the Sky Q for more than we could possibly count, the PAX headed homeward for a fine Thanksgiving.

Gobble, gobble, gobble

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“Eighty percent of success is showing up.” Woody Allen
Where was Bellocq? Bubba? Cowbell? Frac Sac? Serge? Shorty? Tool? Triple Shift? Oh the list could go on and on. [We actually know where Shorty was, he was obviously fartsacking: has he been in a cushy bed all week?] The end of the Cubs’ 108-year curse is not a good excuse. I hate to remind you, but apparently I must: it’s no one’s job to hand out Daily Red Pills to anyone else; while your PAX can cheer you on, you gotta decide yourself to take ’em. But an intrepid PAX of three were not to be deterred by such sloth and excuselessness. So after a disclaimer, THE THANG.

Mosey around the Mardi Gras fountain for a first COP of SSHs (25xIC), Low Slow Squats (25xIC), Hillbillies (25xIC), Mountain Climbers (25xIC), and an exercise or two more QHC can’t recall.

Mosey to the levee for some animal parades. Bear crawl up the levee, five burpees on top, run down the back side and up again, five more burpees, and then run to the beginning. Repeat with Frog Hops, etc.; Duck Walks, etc.; and then Crab Walks, etc. So that was a total of just 40 burpees. Waz lost his phone during the Crab Walks, so cries of Hey Siri were heard throughout the land (but sadly with no echo in reply).

Mosey on the levee to Canal Boulevard, then down and back to the pull-up shelter for a rotation of 25 dips, 25 merkins and 25 big boi (Hawg spelling) situps. Rinse and repeat.

John Doe had to split early (to get his Shorty, not be be confused with fartsacking Shorty, to school by 6:30). But he announced he had a task first. Taking a flashlight from his car, he led the PAX back to the levee site of COP1 to scour for Waz’s errant phone. Et voila, there it was. T-Claps to John Doe, and thanks again to St. Anthony.

Mosey back to virtual flag to release John Doe to his patrial duties, while the remaining PAX of two end with a Circle of Mary: LBCs (25xIC), Flutter Kicks (25xIC), Rosalitas (25xIC), Russian Twists (25xIC), Hello Dollys (25xIC), Ys (25xIC), Ts (25xIC), Ws (25xIC), Walking Plank (25xIC) and end with a minute of elbow plank.

With an 80% failure rate per Woody’s scale, the COT was smaller than YHC would prefer. Let’s just say the Namorama didn’t talk long. Prayers for showing up, finding things and giving thanks. YHC expects to see more PAX in the Gloom next week.

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With a full moon up this morning, it was time for stargazing. As Bellocq explained to the PAX before YHC was reminded he was Q this morning, Orion has his belt taut as he aims his bow at the eye of Taurus, the bull, even though (at least this morning) most of the bull is hidden from view. So the PAX is reminded, yet again, we must be ever vigilent to keep trouble abay even if we don’t see it right away. It’s no one else’s responsibility, but our own. Carpe diem. But remember: His yoke is easy, and His burden is light. So with that prelude and an apt DISCLAIMER, the Pax was off. After a mosey around the Mardi Gras fountain in an atypical (counterclockwise) direction, time for:

First COP:
Good Mornings 20xIC
Imperial Walkers 20xIC
Parker Peters 20xIC
SSHs 20xIC

Mosey to Canal Boulevard where a trio of joggers seemed stuck in an eternal loop. Time to rub against the grain with some DownPainment. With rosy fingered dawn appearing in the east, we passed this trio (or they us) who knows how many times during:

Second COP:
Bear crawl to the top of the levee (damn, that’s far).
Mosey (slowly!) across the road.
Duck crawl back down the hill.
YHC had stiff quads and traps, so time to stretch them out: so froggy crunches 20xIC. Having rinsed, the Pax repeated:
Bear crawl up the up hill again.
Mosey (ever slower) across the road.
For some variation, most of the PAX did lunges instead of duck walks down the hill.

Mosey further to a shelter with, ta da, two tables with benches. As Orion and the bull fade away for the day, the PAX give their quads a rest for:

Third COP:
Incline Merks 20xIC
Dips 20xIC
Incline Merks 15xIC
Low Slow Dips 15xIC
Incline Merks 10xIC
Dips 10xIC
Derkins 5xIC (slow and all the way down cuz we were nearing the end)
Low Slow Dips 5xIC (again slow to savor the burn and finish)

After a 20-count by Serge, the PAX sprinted through the puddles and up the levee for a mosey back towards the flag. YHC isn’t a great moseyer, so just after crossing Canal Boulevard, time for a rest: LBCs 50xIC. Then continue the mosey back towards the flag. But before wrapping up:

Short round of Mary:
Rosalitas 20xIC
Roll over onto bellies and justifiers (with soles away from the big ball to rest the legs):
Ys 20xIC
Wx 20xIC
lazy Ts 20xIC (so simple yet excruciating)
Turn over, and finish off with LBCs 50xIC

Namorama, announcements, prayers for all the flood victims, the start of school, and the too many folks suffering from cancer. It was a glorious morning, claim it.

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