This isn’t your grandfathers fish story, but don’t worry, I’m no Hemingway either. In fact, there’s no boat and no sea, but there was a salty old man (with his 90lb squats) and plenty of burpees!
WARMORAMA
X10 IC: Self Love, Torso Twists, I’m Not Worthy’s, Windmills
THANG
Reminiscent of our old friend Maverick, 100 Burpees OYO… except I’m half the man he was so 50… ok, really, a quarter of the man, so 25 it was. And with that Jose was out!
On order for today, the infamous Dice of Doom! The 4 Pax took turns rolling the dice and dishing out the punishment. It was all Wild Q for a while, but in the end it was Burpees Burpees Burpees! If Moby had his way, our thumbs and wrists would be the most sore part of our collective anatomies.
COT
Count, Name, QIC took us out with some of Wacker’s wacky words. It was great to be back at the Retirement Village, and I greatly appreciate those who turned out for a relatively mild Wack – Attack
SYITG
