6 fitness pilgrims sallied out in gloom that was deliciously crisp,like a deep-fried insurrectionist turkey.  “Egged” on by Canuck, the pax trypto-fanned out and turkey trotted down to the Sunday-go-to-meeting house for a deviled-egg of a good time.  We even did some Squanto-squats and YHC rode the Thanksgiving Day parade float in the parade back to Plymouth Rock, which today is covered by a Harris Teeter parking lot, but that doesn’t matter. We all gave thanks for our blessings, and proceeded to coffeeteria with 100% attendance.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Goat sends.