6 hard-chargers sallied forth in oozing gloom in an attempt to recapture our youth.  After some procedural wrangling, some presentation of exhibit A, B and C, and seven rounds of arbitration, it was determined that Goat would Q. 

Jersey Boy voiced his displeasure by taking up 17 parking spots, all of them marked handicapped only. 

YHC seriously considered an Olympic -themed workout, but ultimately concluded that was just too cliche.  Thus we launched with no real plan and no real destination.  We saw some stairs so ran up and down them, and then adjourned down a boulevard of broken dreams where we ultimately came to a place that someone had deemed simply “YOUTH HOUSE”.

And thus began a workout devoted to some of the exercises of our F3 youth… specifically crawl bears, wheelbarrows and the like.

Upon calling for crawl bears there was much wailing and grinding of teeth… and if we’re completely honest there was some outright mutinous refusenikiing occurring.  Yet crawl bear we did.

Wheelbarrowing yielded the same result.

Even with all the sandblowing, caterwauling, stonewalling, lollygagging, mumblechattering, malingering, rebuffment, recusing, grumbling, criticizing and lethargic lamenting we managed to get in 100+ merkins, about 1.5 miles, some elevation change, some dips, some trips some mobility and plenty of drips.  

In the end there was much rejoicing and we retired to DD where tall tales were told and even the Katie Ledeckie fan girls synchronized swimmers from water wings were welcomed.  

Indeed it was a morning upon which our hats might be hung with honor.  And that is all we can ask.

Goat sends.