The Q arrived on time. That’s all that counts.
A couple of warmy warms and then we launched The Red Baron, which is 10, 20, 30, 40 and 50 reps (total 150) of one exercise with a couple hundred yards of running in between each set. This day we had time for 150 full-nipple-alignment merkins and 150 bear squats, which is WAY too many bear squats, especially if you do them right (all the way back, all the way forward).
Then, as promised in the preblast, I redeemed myself by calling for five sets of increasingly extended stretching at each corner (the time was extended, I mean, although also the body parts). That was the only part anybody enjoyed. Such is the fate of a Q who cares about your fitness AND your flexibility.
Hurley dog joined us (complaining the whole time about the insufficient running) and there was 175% participation in coffeeteria as the swimmers joined us for some world-class jaberrin’. The only thing marring the enjoyment of the festivities was the fact that Boar Hog needed to let other people speak. He’s a work in progress.
Thanks for your participation, gents! You did (mostly) good work out there and kept the grumblechatter to a minimum, despite the suck-worthy nature of the exercises. Enjoy your sore legs and chest tomorrow! (My legs got an early start because I feel those bear squats every time I walk down my stairs.)
Jersey Boy lured in the pax with the promise of a Daytona recovery sesh. Ultimately we did get the goods, but only after the Red Baron strafed us but good.
And then there’s The Harris Teeter worker who had the entire front of the Teeter toked up like the Tommy Chong of Antiquity. Looked like Tweetsie railroad.
And then there’s the fantastically awkward where the pax did some crotch gazing while JB recited “Let There be Penis on Earth and Let it Begin With Me”.
And then there’s… well you get the idea. It was a typical fission morning.