5 HIMs rolled into the Covington Trailhead at 0600 under cloudy skies with enough humidity to make everyone sweat after 30 seconds upon arrival while BBQ apparently chose the air conditioning over the gloom. After an Einstein-style warm-up that was longer than some Hollywood movies, we unleashed Fletch’s infamous Deck of Death, complete with bear crawls around the stage, 100-meter and 400-meter sprints, and whatever fresh misery the cards decided to deal us. There was plenty of sweating, a little complaining, and Joker cards with inspirational quotes but every man finished stronger than he started. We wrapped things up with announcements about the Turkey Trot at Pik’s house, Dark Wing Duck prayed us out, SYITG.

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