Twas the morn after a party and all through the gloom not many flatulants were eruptin' aboom… ok maybe we made up for the rest of the crew..
The Thang:
Run 1 mile to park and execute the warmorama: SSH x 30, IST x 15, Windmills x 15
(In honor of Slow Roll) Murphin' Mania: 20 pullups, 40 mericans, 60 squats.
Run to #TheRoomWhereItHappened: Selfie and otis bombs planted (see picture)
Run to the Rails: One legged Squats x 30, Dips x 15
Run to the Triangle: Shoulder Tap Plank – around the world count x 2
Run back to the Launch Pad: 25lb walking lunges, 25lb upright rows
The Moleskine:
- Grip is changing it up with the high school swim team. He's been getting extra credit doing their dry land practice. Weights and exercise does the body good. Unfortunately the high school athletics holds firm to its zero-tolerance policy for flatulation. The swim team did inquire if all the F3 guys wear the midriff style shirts.
- T-shirts were once again on the docket. El Tigre has acquired professional services and is seeking ideas. The good and bad so far: 1) MIL F3 2) geographic river outline 3) join or die 4) F3 Sofa Kings! Awesome!
- the furthest point of the run ended at Twister's house. Though he was still counting sheep, moscow mules, and boxers, his "friends" were leaving otis bombs around the house. Is that how we repay such great hospitality? of course…
- Natty met the soft gaze in the cul-da-sac (not French).
- Great job in the gloom and much fun the night before (Thank you, Twister and M Twister)!
