Can’t fartsack, gotta Q

Nine PAX and 1 tired Q showed up for a beat down on a nice, cool morning.  The lights stayed on and we did this…

Mosey 3/4 of way around church, then into COP-IC:   15 SSH, 10 helicopters, 15 LBC’s, 10 merkins, 15 arm circles (small, big, reverso), 10 Imperial Walkers

Mosey to pavilion for 50 skull crushers, 50 dips, 50 heels to heaven, 50 squats, Al Gore for the six

Mosey to parking lot for 4 corners, 25 merkins, 50 American hammers, 75 Freddie Mercuries, 100 split jacks, run, lunge, run, lunge in between

Find a curb for 11’s, boxcutters and merkins, mosey to the flag, YHC took us out

NMS

YHC has been helping his M get ready for a camping trip, and stayed up late last night getting everything packed and ready so his M could get to bed early.   The alarm went off and YHC’s first thought was “I’m not going” quickly followed by the realization that it was my Q, so never mind that, time to go!  Arrived early and had a chance to talk with Flounder, discovered he lives within walking distance of The Creek.  There was some mumblechatter regarding the whereabouts of Emoji and Opus, and we considered trying to find Emoji’s house and working out in his front yard but weren’t sure of the exact location, so scratch that.  The PAX discovered that Yardsale’s nonstop talk about Atlee football is due to him being a booster and trying to put butts in seats.  On that note, there is a fundraiser on 10/6 at Atlee–for $20 bucks you can drive any Ford you want for a few minutes, many models available.  Spit and Spike talked the whole time while leading through pretty much every exercise, nicely done gents!

Thanks for letting me lead.  As usual, I have No Idea what I’m doing.