8 studs and one half asleep Q posted on a glorious morning in January
The Thang: a bunch of random, ill advised exercises that we poorly thought out, pitifully explained and at some times dangerous to the PAX. Exercises were completed in and around Mary Mumford, Windsor Farms, and sometime in the middle of Cary Street Road with traffic roaring by at 40+MPH.
You win some and you lose some. Today the Q was a big L for me. I was thinking after the workout what went well and what went wrong. The list of things that went wrong are far too long to capture here. Two things went right. We started on time and we ended on time. Between that it was a complete disaster. Had I been a PAX member and not the so called leader this morning, I would have mutinied. My only positive gift to the PAX today was that when they are in the throws of some self inflicted disaster later today, they can think back to the Q that I laid out there today and take comfort in the fact that whatever they screwed up was less of a mess than I made of the first 45 minutes of their dayI have the Q once again next week at Mary. You have my commitment that it will be a whole hell of a lot better than today (honestly, that’s not really much of a promise, but its all I have right now.).
I have the Q once again next week at Mary. You have my commitment that it will be a whole hell of a lot better than today (honestly, that’s not really much of a promise, but its all I have right now.).