Happy National Beer Day gentlemen. It was a foggy, smokey morning at the A1C. Discussions were plenty during the warm-ups. So much so, there wasn’t even a cadence. And after grass grabbers, there wasn’t a Moby anymore either. He tweaked something in his back. But the beatdown had to continue. After the warm-ups, where we learned that BBQ is not a Swifty, even though he is a huge Chiefs fan, we moseyed to the Rock Garden, aka Stonehenge, aka BedRock, aka the butterfly sanctuary for some rock work. 7 exercises, 10 reps each: shoulder presses, curls, rows, squats, lunges, chess presses, and big boy sit ups. Rotate to the right and repeat. YHC was worried about Moby, so we moseyed back up to the top to see him stretching out that back. So we did some 4 corners. 5 burpees at each, and lt. Dan the length of the parking garage, 2 lunges, 1 squat, 4 lunges, 2 squats, and so on. Finished up with 5 minutes of Mary. BBQ prayed us out, remember about the spooky monster mash tomorrow gentlemen. See Steve, that’s what a backblast looks like.