Only two brave souls reported for duty at 5:15. Foggy, warm, and suspiciously motivating. We followed the ancient workout plan: do an exercise, talk like philosophers, repeat until tired.
Forty-five minutes later, Moby—the 75-year-old immortal legend —and Jose—the 48-year-old “youth” with 10K knees—were still standing. We were sweaty, bloated(we both admittedly ate too much), spiritually sealed with a prayer, and dismissed back into society. Same time, same madness next week
