Admittedly a little sad that this might be the last beatdown with temps that could reasonably be considered “cold” by anyone’s standards (excluding Toto), YHC’s mood was immediately improved when seeing a sight for sore eyes: making his long awaited return from a brief hiatus? BUBBA!
A pax of 3 visited Granny, showing her our favorite moves as follows:
Warm-up
Seal jacks
Cherry pickers
Toe touches
Imperial walkers
Thang
Mosey to the bus stop, where pax completed 15 reps of freak nastys, derkins, step ups
Pax then moseyed in the dark, managing to avoid lane separators on the trail, to the tunnel (of love?).
There began the factor of 11: Merkins on one side, mosey the tunnel (yes, braving the altitude to mosey back up after the deep dark recesses of the down), crunchy cowbells, errr, frogs on the other side.
After reminding ourselves how many ways there are to count to 11 with only 2 digits, pax moseyed back to start to wrap up with a little Mary, but not before another 15 freak nastys, step ups, and derkins.
Mary included a visit from Dr. W, some leg raises, and a minute or so of plank.
COT and prayer closed us out until next time.
As always, YHC is humbled to have led such a fine group, and even more humbled to count myself among an even larger, finer group that was not able to join us.
SYITG
