We did things with stones that aren’t normal. I mean, the stones were normal but the things we did with them weren’t. It was dark…it involved three men…the next day we were sore in strange places. I think you get the picture.
We completed about 600 reps (most with a stone in each hand), and a mile and a half of running.
We had coffee with a jury of our peers. And then the swimmers came and, well, let’s just say that it’s hard to see them as peers.
We discovered that Tammy Faye, like Your Narcissistic Correspondent, does not imbibe the bitter brew and prefers to get his caffeine not from the coffea plant but from the coca plant: specifically the Coca Cola plant in Atlanta. I feel a little less alone in the world.
Thank you for showing up, gentlemen! It’s always a pleasure to torture my fellow pax.