I was surprised to learn that it’s been over 2 years since YHC last Q’d at Fission. In that time, 20 different men have taken a turn at the helm, including some that are rarely seen at the AO these days: 

1. Jersey Boy (20)
2. Possum (20)
3. Hollywood (12)
4. Hippie (11)
5. Canuck (7)
6. Toby (7)
7. Chilly Willy (6)
8. Waffle House (6)
9. Greyhound (5)
10. Soprano (4)
11. Cousin Eddie (3)
12. Gnarly Goat (3)
13. Cherry Bomb (2)
14. Mr Holland (2)
15. Titan (2)
16. Ultraman (2)
17. Cobra Kai (1)
18. Enron (1)
19. Roadkill (1)
20. Scrappy (1)

When YHC noticed the opening on the calendar a mere 14 hours before the workout would start, I gave it another hour for Toby or Possum to claim it. When they didn’t, I figured it was probably my turn anyway. I formulated a quick plan, but it was only later that I realized rain was a good possibility in the morning, and the idea I had was not suitable for guys made of sugar and spice (aka pussies) who might melt in such circumstances.

Fortunately, the 8 men who were in the parking lot at 0530 were made of stronger stuff, and weathered the original plan just fine. One went OTB claiming the decibel level was too high, but being the kind soul that I am, he will get full credit for posting.

The workout was a ripoff of YHC’s last lead at Fission (you did follow the link above, right?) which itself was plagiarized from Berean’s Streetlight Boogie. For Fission, we stopped at each storm drain (thus the title of the BB) on the right — which coincidentally seem to be totally random in their placement. We took turns calling an exercise each time with a rep count of 10-15 (IC). Let it be known that the Q attempted to keep everyone off the wet ground, but delegation allowed the pax to go off the rails. Goat felt that the “need” to stretch was more important than the “want” to stay dry, Moby had no problem with our sneakers getting wet, and Grenade — well let’s just say he has a strange fetish with bulging deltoids.

Our route took us into and back out of the neighborhood behind Harris Teeter for about 1.25 miles and we returned back to the starting point at 0616. It would have been right on time if the MQ hadn’t hogged the mic each time his name was called for 8-count exercises, but I’m sure he just cared about our fitness.

I am proud to say that we had 100% participation at #coffeeteria, but not as proud as I am of these men I call friends who chose to post on a wet, Thursday morning to hold each other accountable and get after it in the gloom. BZ!