First, the non-sequitur poem, written when I was in my 20’s and starting to realize how much damage words could do in a relationship:
Words
Words
Floating in the air,
Like sea-birds over water,
Gliding cautiously.
Then, taking aim, they strike,
And emerge,
Moments later,
With their prey.
So be careful what you say and write out there, gents! God knows that’s a lesson I’m still learning.
AND NOW, BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM. . .
I don’t know if it was the late preblast, my warning about no girly men, or a rift in the time-space continuum, but there were only two other brothers who showed up ready to pump. . .YOU UP!
We started on time. We ended on time. We will be sore tomorrow.
And you probably don’t care, but here’s what we did:
- 40 Side Straddle Straight-Clap Hops
- 120 8-Count FNA Merkins
- 120 Praying Mantis
- 120 Fat-Bottomed Girls
- 60 Bear Squats
- 120 The Zipper: Hop Up Lunge Down
- 60 Wall Planks
- 120 Sheryl Sandberg
- 120 Tippy Birds
- 40 Low Flutter
- 40 Random Ab Exercise
- 20 X’s and O’s
980 reps plus 1 Mile in 45 minutes
No coffeeteria because Primo was bookin’ it (literally getting flyers for his book drive) and Hollywood don’t play dat.
Thanks for the great fellowship and the hard work this morning, gents! I appreciate you!
In words, we find the power to mend or break,
With every breath, the world anew we make.
Pithier and more poignant than mine, Toby! Thanks!