YHC arrived early to the A1C to find Moby gazing up at the sky as the planets aligned. I will not try to compete with the wordsmith from Tuesday (Steve), but Uranus was not visible this morning. We used the 15 minutes to discuss possible workouts, waiting on others to show up. No BBQ, no Hammer, Shooter is away on another planet trying to be more like Tanked Up. And then there is Cowbell, trying to figure out how to get a big screen tv hooked up in the Keys so he can watch Ole Miss and say I do at the same time. On the eve of Hammers epic beatdown (there is no way he’s going to allow his boys to outdo him), we decided to take it easy. Warm-up: Moby led us in a ton of stretches. If you can imagine a stretch, we did it.
The Thang: We moseyed off the A1C to the sidewalk to the walls for some Irkins, bulgarian split squats, freak nastys, cooperhead squats. Moseyed to the parking lot behind the A1C to discuss the original plans for the beatdown (future dora in the future). Moseyed to the front of the courthouse for some more irkins, freak nastyes. Moseyed to the rock garden for some curls for the girls and shoulder presses. Back to the A1C for calve raises to the top. Finished off with 6 minutes of Mary.
COT. More conversations afterwards with of course special attention to blood sugar, spaghetti sauce, gardening, and body aliments. SYITG gentlemen.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
