Rain, Rain, Go Away, so this way the seniors will come back this way. I know Russo was lucky his splash pad had the corridors. It reminded me of a quote from a 90s classic movie that is in Russo’s top 5: One day it started raining, and it didn’t quit for four months. We’ve been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin’ rain… and big ol’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways.
I arrived at the A1C, and I quickly received text messages from Moby and Einstein that they weren’t showing this morning. Which, let’s be honest, is really cool that they let me know. I thought that it was going to be a solo run at the A1C. No worries, I’ve got my gloves on, shoes tied tight, and the tunes were blaring in my ears. But then I got a text from Hogs Breath letting me know that he was on Cowbell time, just a little bit later than usual. Warmup: yup
The thang: Burpee at every other stripe of the garage, Lt Dan on the way back. 3 rounds of that. Then rocky balboas, then Turbo jumps over the stripe, 1 round for each leg. Down to the 1st floor. 1 ran a lap around the garage while the other did shoulder presses with a guard rail. 3 rounds of that. Then 1 arm rows on the fence, 3 rounds of that. 3 calf raise each step to the second floor with 5 minutes of Mary. COT, intentions for Freon and his family, prayers for mine, and chatter about the T-claps thanksgiving get together soon. Check Slack for updates. Thanks for joining me, Hogs Breath. SYITG
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
