Four fellas came out on a Tuesday morning to Cobalt for some stretch and core. What follows is a tragic story of Greek mythology
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-Celestial skies this am. Seemed a lot darker out than normal. Perhaps something related to the seasons?
-Conqueror back into the routine after a break for sickness and travel. Great seeing you back
-Pinky ran to and from the workout but may need a brighter tail light on his fanny pack
-One of the unwritten rules of the core/stretch routine that is now written is to rarely look up and around, and not to hold extended eye contact. Ignoring this sage wisdom, Grip looked up and with extended eye contact noticed that a participant had doffed his shirt. Hilarity ensued
-Overheard during the workout: “You’re glistening”
-“He looks like a Greek god statue”
-Not really into naming names in these types of forums, but his Greek mythology name is now “Pinkyus”
-Concerns expressed that certain attendees may not be executing the proper form of these stretches and exercises. While you should definitely not push into pain, there should also not be so much focus on the sphincter
-Queen City Jam Session was a helluva three day bender. Great music, weather and beer. Perfect together. Although helpful festival feedback indicates the need for more canned beer availability on the concert grounds
-Schwinn had to tap out for a bit to take a call. Based on the level of discretion shown, we’re pretty sure it was a booty call
-We learned something today. The combination of 1) a glistened body and 2) a yoga mat can produce some murky mud bog fart sounds and resulting denials of such sounds being digestively related
-Great work fellas, and a whole helluva lotta fun to boot