11 hard-chargers sallied out in cooler-than-normal gloom to partake of the PAINinsula. Having been properly disclaimed, we adjourned to the stadium lighting at The Dutchman for warm-o-rama. From there, things took a turn for the worse as we commenced our scramble to the Lil' Boner. Despite howls and complaints of various nature (I actually DO care about your safety!) we made it to the "Lil' Boner" and commenced to boner-ing. After a few bones, we headed back toward the colonnade for a tricep blaster stop. We also got in a bunch of mericans, some mobility, some core, some lower body, etc etc etc as we journeyed.
Additional notes:
YHC arrived early as Einstein came in at a hot pace from what appeared to be – and was later confirmed to be – a Cally-less standard. Indeed Einstein had been Cally'd by the master himself!
Sudz prowled in from the side entrance as usual, and then lurked behind his tinted glass. Old habits die hard I guess. You can take the cop out of his cruiser, but you CAN'T take the cop out of the cruiser.
Holiday reported that he and MHoliday went hiking and foraging for beers.
Strongboli had at least a few more boners in him, and basically was like the kid asking the teacher if we had homework.
Sudz didn't have his keys. YHC was lucky to make it through.
Macbeth continues to support orthopaedists both near and far.
Caesar continues to amaze onlookers by being able to successfully stow and retrieve his car keys.
Grenade has a big sailboat race coming up.
Hollywood wasn't sure why this thing is the lil boner, but he was smoking fast as was Hat Trick.
Prayers and intentions for many, including Moby and Holiday's impactful teacher.
Get out there and make that type of impact men! Enjoyed this morning! 2+ miles, strength, mobility, cardio. Aye.
Bleat.
Goat sends.