3 Brave souls braved the cool morning air to gather at the top of the parking garage. Moby and myself were engaged in mild conversation when loud music came blaring up the ramp. It was none other than BBQ, rocking an old classic. Fifty thou a year’ll buy a lot of beer
Things are going great, and they’re only getting better
I’m doing alright, getting good grades
The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades.
The beatdown was simple: Tabata: Round Robin Style. 45 seconds of an exercise of that person choice, 15 seconds break.
COT, Moby prayed us out. Short, sweet, and to the point gentlemen
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
