We properly disclaimed!
Coolio bears all responsibility for anything that happens out there.
Today’s workout was sponsored by the pax and all the post-Thanksgiving mail that was received. It was an eventful long weekend and we were able to explore some of the more interesting details.
It’s true that none of us can outrun mortality, but practitioners of Junk Science can rest easy knowing that they’ve certainly, definitely, allegedly bought themselves a ten year delay.
Side straddles were hopped, shoulders were blasted, yoga-pose stretches were bungled, but with sincerity.
The Cloud awaited and on it we 5/10/15ed some Box Baby Box Rows.
Things got serious. We visited the Dark Webb. We made it all the way down to the famed Eighth Level, where the Q was beyond his ability to lead. It was the perfect time to Have a Nice Day.
We Curlsed for the girls, and then we got on the TB Rocket Ride, which is a little excursion on Cardiac in memory of certain Thanksgiving deprivations some of us may have endured in the past.
I had planned some bear crawling, but we ran out of time. Next Q.
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
A rabid HS football fan has me praying for justice and mercy.
DM Hands and tell him you’re coming to the Rocky Hill parade on Saturday!