Can you imagine the menacing sihlouette of the Japanese battleship Yamato appearing against the moonlit sky as she steamed silently through the Surigao Strait before the Battle of Leyte Gulf? YHC can, because that’s exactly how Amen looked as he cruised – island hopping style – the parking lot islands of St. Mark during his pre-Gladiator standard. The combatants began to arrive on station as Amen continued his patrol. All hands wrung their hands about Dingo, who had HC’d, but whose dog spins the wheel to determine when/where he will post. With H-hour at hand, we rallied for a disclaimation, which invoked the very real possibility of things such as agitation, amputation, flagellation, castigation for suppination during the machinations of the gloom. So there.
With all forces properly marshalled, we few, we blessed few, sallied forth in search of mirth and adventure.
We ambled around with a high degree of clatter and mumblechatter until we came upon some blocks, which we distributed two by two, each pax to his own, until all hands were suitably equipped. 9 Lives opined that a Q who cared would’ve helped distribute the blocks, to which this Q resonded “Precisely”.
But it was surely jest, as this Q DOES care about your fitness, as was soon apparent to all.
The infamous “50 in 5” proved to be a true crowd-pleaser, inspiring several pax to innovation toward some type of inverted predicament. YHC is quite certain he saw Bel Air inverted like a leemer in a tree, and quite possibly The Force as well. Speaking of the “50 in 5”, it was an inspirational decision-point for The Force whose inner voice apparently whispered a soft “F+%k Yeah” right about then, which lit his Forceful Fire for the rest of the gloom.
Soon thereafter it was time for a nice set of bare-knee-on-asphalt Block Webbs. This produced much wailing and grinding of teeth. It was here that Toxic first accused YHC of “softness” for only taking the Block Webb ladder to 4/16 instead of the traditional 5/20.
After some more stuff, we embarked on a mobile mobility moment. Despite YHC’s obvious concern about the pax’ total fitness (cardio, strength AND mobility) this benevolent offering provoked 9Lives first mumblings about … let me get this right… “absurdity”?
More time went by as we did some of this, some of that, and some of the other. There were some good ol’ country boy farmer carries, some block work, and even some core work.
In the end, we found ourselves circled up for one last gasp of effort to include some core and mobility. It was here that 9Lives’ mumblechatter earned us all 40 Americans to finish out the morning. From all of us to the Big Cat, we thank you.
It was good to meet Phoenix out in the gloom!
Welcome FNG Deep who is now known as “Epson”, and congrats to Out Cold for the e. h.
Someone said Amen had been looking like Big Lou Albano, and now I can’t get that out of my head. Amen just wants to have fun.
Thanks Tobe’ster. ‘Twas a morning upon which the pax can proudly hang their hats.
Gnarly Goat sends.