Death. Taxes. A Jose post during the summer. Inevitable, all. Except today, where Jose was talking a much-deserved rest. I figure he saw I was Q’ing and figured “Tunnel” or “Too much sweat I might drown” and sacked.
Alas, another inevitability: Steve pedaling up from the darkness, always and forever doing his best Jigsaw impersonation. “I want to play a game.”
A more recent inevitability: a surprise post. Whether it be an Akbar who forgot to Q the day before (and may or may not have forgotten his own birthday) or a half-dressed Hammer who may or may not have been sleepwalking. This week: the return of the original Mack: Chewy! We and Granny haven’t forgotten you, and I was certainly happy to see him, if only to get an update on the recent tennis court happenings.
Warmup (10x IC)
– Sealjacks
– Butt kicks
– High knees
– Torso twists
– Self love
– Arm circles
Thang
The Walls of Jericho
(7 rounds of moseys around the Trailhead) interspersed with seven reps of 7 exercises:
– 7 merkins
– 7 squats
– 7 leg raises
– 7 Peter Parker’s
– 7 shoulder tap plank jacks
– 7 LBCs
– 7 Freak Nastys
We wrapped right on time with COT, NOR, Announcements, and Prayer.
Good chatter today, even without a consensus on the quality of food at the new snoball shop. We did reach consensus that honeycomb ice cream will rock your face off, there is such a thing as too much condensed milk, and round is indeed a shape.
Loved our time together, gents. SYITG
