Thank you for your decision to read this backblast, even though it's boring. I will try to reward your courage with some cutesy images and other distractions.
THE STARTING LINE
The regular crowd shuffled in at BRP—those who boldly prioritize loyalty over celebrating a supposed anniversary of The Force, who just a couple of days ago couldn't even remember which anniversary it was. Aren't we a bit fed up with all these made up holidays anyway? I mean, today it's The Force's anniversary, tomorrow it's National Ferret Appreciation Day.
Ugh.
Anyway, with Waffle House as the official timekeeper, we set off to do some stuff to make us better men.
THE RACE (TLDR version):
We ran 2+ miles, did hundreds of reps, and woke up sore on Sunday morning.
Moses donned his Form Police Sheriff's hat and called out the Q for "incidental use of the elbow in a made-up exercise" (namely: "The Sheryl Sandberg", aka "The Lean In").
A deputizing ceremony must have occurred in secret because shortly thereafter, Bagboy called out the Q for "failure to fully extend," which is clearly the fault of ersatz ED medicine obtained during a robocall from Pakistan Pharmaceuticals.
Bagboy and Moses in the Sheriff's
midlife-crisis convertible.
THE FINISH LINE:
Thanks for coming out, gentlemen! You are always appreciated!