a cool 41 degrees at The Gipper
and after a short disclaimer…
Warmup:
all 20xIC: Toe Touch, Side Straddle Hops, Good Mornings, Hillbillies, Shoulder Shruggs, Imperial Walkers,
Thumb Drives, Swimmers, Neck Roles, Mummy Kicks, Scissor Hops, maybe some more…
and a new one from BBQ called the “Cornhole Picker Dance,” which is hard to describe, but picture Afgan soldier trainees trying to learn semaphore signals, and you’ll get the idea.
Thang:
Onto the Upper Deck of the Justice Center Parking Garage, via reverse lunges and sprints up the ramps
with BBQ again providing the entertainment, with his Seinfeld-esque company Turkey trot story, where he beat his office nemesis in front of a large spectator crowd. He attibutes his swiftness to F3.
Then, atop the deck, we did strenuous core excercise at each corner and in between corners we did even more torturous exercises at every other parking spot stripe.
Then… we did all of that in again, but in reverse.
Mosey back to the invisible flag.
Count-o-rama
Bean leads us out with prayer.
Thanks guys. Always extremely decent of you letting me lead.
