Sad-clowns around the world have long dreaded Monday.  These sad clowns rise grudgingly with anguished cries of wailing and grinding of teeth. 

But Bereanites are a different breed. 

11 hard-chargers sallied forth with full hearts and willing bodies at the weekly joy-fest known as Berean, where we had the breakfast special of scrambled cardiovascular endurance, strength patties, flexibility browns with a side of toasted spirituality. 

Moses returned from a travel/summer hiatus with typical Moses-ness.  Fast and flexible.  

Speaking of fast… one word… Stromboli. 

On second thought, make that two words… Stromboli.   Airstream.  Fast.

Bagboy also appeared for a Berean “Kotter”.  Good to have him back for an early Monday outing.

As always Shake was a great example of safety in the gloom.

Omega (and his biceps) showed up at some point.

Oyster was not angry, and was in fact in a grand, jovial mood. 

Bel-Air provided today’s quote of the day: “I’m going to fast for 10 days.  If the fast gets too hard, I may eat.”

‘boat and ‘beth rounded out the troops with solid showings.

Coffeeteria added some pax from Arnie’s and MMM.

The pax were all “good soil” this morning.  Bravo Zulu.

Goat sends.