F3 Knoxville

Snitch Has Gas

Asylum AM

THE SCENE: 49 and awesome
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER We’re all adults here
WARM-O-RAMA:

SSH, Windmills, Squats, BACs, OHCs, Thumbs Down, more OHCs, take a lap.
THA-THANG:
Box Baby Docks on the Cloud, on repeat. Table Row/Squat Elevens followed by a short mosey down to Atomic Speedway. Maybe the pay-to-play people stole our CMUs? Maybe they grew legs and were making an escape? Either way, we had to pick them up.

Curls, Hands Shrugs (™), bernie, swings, presses, sprints, the tricep thing, more curls. Q just wants to be shredded like Rainbow. A guy can dream, right?

We followed our hearts, which led us to Cardiac, where we figured it was time for hand-releases, squats, dips, flutters…and a repeat. Q is so afraid of boat/canoe that he would rather repeat cardiac one more time.

MARY:
See above. Q is scared and not ashamed to say it.
COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
Rainbow, Hands, Snitch, Finger Paint, and yours truly. Crab Legs is lost in London, so we had the “My Fair Lady” soundtrack on repeat the whole time.
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
“Is it?…is it?” I whispered to my guide.
“Not at all,” said he. “It’s someone ye’ll never have heard of. Her name on earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders Green.”
“She seems to be…well, a person of particular importance?”
“Aye. She is one of the great ones. Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on Earth are two quite different things.”
MOLESKIN:
Q is grateful to be up early, running around with these men.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Snitch calls a guy about a gas line, guy tells Snitch what happened after he died. Spoiler alert; it’s all true.