In 27-degree, nut-freezing weather, I was the only idiot to show up for the last official beatdown of 2025 and send the year off in the perfect way, grumbling and running . I knocked out a classic A1C beatdown —a little of everything, great music, zero complaints, and no witnesses to my questionable playlist and form. Frostbite was imminent, classic 80s rock music was present , and 2025 was officially told to buckle and bounce—Jose 10K out.

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