The Natural (Yoda’s teenage son) not listed, but very much present.
Two double-respects, two near-respects, and one 1.0 opted out of the status quo QvQ attendance and got their butts kicked in the hottest (literally and figuratively) workout of the year. Two miles and 500+ reps of the roughest, toughest, rip-roarin’est, he-man stuffest, hootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, bob-tail wildcat workout that ever set foot in the Isotope region.
The highlight of the days’ events was The Natural leading his first ever exercise and ABSOLUTELY NAILING IT—not only with the accurate terminology, but with perfect cadence and, frankly, a bit of swagger and aggressiveness in his call. As his name suggests: a natural. All present were duly impressed. Best first-time showing ever!
Then we hung out at Dunkin’ Donuts until the swimmers arrived, which was my cue to leave. No offense, boys, but I can’t be seen with Aquamen when I’m a Marvel guy.