TOGA! TOGA!

It was a typical morning pre-workout. Either white lightning or grey Hyundai were speeding to scoop up the PAX and on que a passenger asks “Who is Q?” Nancy Lopez said “some dude named Toga.” YHC perked up and was thankful he brought a towel, as a visit from the legend we know as Toga would not only whip us into shape, but require a towel at the end. But to YHC dissapointment, it would appear some ASSHAT put Togas name down on the sheetor we have named someone Toga (if that is the case – I submit a petition to rename). Oh well – at least I got to engage with him on text. Good to chat with the old fella.

The three of us looked at each other and decided to get out of the car. Colder than normal, rain, wind AND not another PAX to be found except the three most weather concious PAX out of NM! We were here and in honor of a mention of Toga we were off. Did a hot potato and got in a good sweat! Not nearly as dirty as if Toga was here.