YHC arrived speeding in to muggy air and a quiet 007. A min after two headlights of Pass Interference work car bobbed in the gloom. The warm up began, nothing spectacular, some imperial walkers, grass grabbers, etc. the Thang: a run with a few deck of death cards thrown in. …
It’s as simple as the title: we had a Murph at the Marsh on Memorial Day. You have to love the alliteration. 26 total showed up for the annual event. Hogsbreathe began with a history of the workout, his own personal experience, which we greatly appreciated. It was fun watching …
YHC has been working with Whacker helping cut yards for the past month. One thing that I’ve learned is the efficiency in which he works. Active, productive, profitable, skillful, decisive, effective, valuable, proficient, organized. It’s not like when we cut our own yard: chilling to tunes, stopping to talk with …
I showed up at 5:29 AM. Not another soul around and thinking that anytime the Q, Pass Interference, would show up. So I jumped out and quickly planted the shovel flag. Alas, no Pass Interference showed, just as I was considering rolling the shovel flag up and hopping back in …
The idea was there, but planning and fleshing out said idea was left ‘til last minute. Assuming the best case scenario, QIC anticipated 7 PAX. Hog’s Breath was a HC because of a meeting, Russo was an HC because, well, it’s Russo. The rest? Eh. Anyhoo, the appropriate fleshing out …
I arrived to the A1C, driving through a downpour of rain, ready to work out. The skies opened up and cleared. I got out of my car and began warming up when my partner in crime, Moby, arrived. Now Moby, in a second life, was Bob Breck. He informed us …
YHC arrived at 5:21, nine whole minutes before the beatdown. Already three cars were waiting, including an FNG! After planting the flag, another car arrived with two FNGs. Ominous clouds appeared overhead, but the rain (and thunder) did hold off for our beatdown, instead we had muggy 71* weather. Disclaimer: …
YHC had a cup of coffee, and check the weather at the house. 27* As yhc sipped delicious bean juice, the texts came rolling in “27* is too cold for me!” “Sorry I slept bad, gonna fly” and “I have the kids this am can’t make it” So YHC showed …
What a fine morning to celebrate St. Patty’s day. Of course there was a warm-up, of course there was music (Irish Celtic Rock), and of course Moby was there too. I mean, he and I are preparing for a cage match against Russo and the Pelican. I like our odds. …
Twas 14 nights AFTER Christmas, and though a baby delayed, the Nightmare debt from ’22 was repaid. This workout tests one’s fortitude, for none participating can hope to elude; the pain derived from such a foolish endeavor, the fullness of which takes days to discover. Every inch of your back …
