Darkest just before dawn. My memory, that is. 5:30am and everyone is looking at YHC. “My q? Are you sure?” Spontaneity, be my muse. Lord show us the way.
The slow mosey is the way. Warmups with 23 SSHs, 10 DQs, stretching and mirkins, 18 LBCs and arm circles. Expect the unexpected.
On the 3rd lap of a very vanilla triple check around the loop, with jump squats and WW2s, YHC said “let’s do something we haven’t done before.” DTH rattled off some options including the baseball field – no ones been there in a year.
A slow mosey around the corner and lo and behold, the abandoned baseball field was unexpectedly bathed in the glow of hot lights. A beacon in the dark. If you light it, they will come. At a slow mosey.
Ballpark triple check with home dugout dips, donkey kicks, and an in-the-park home run.
Feeling bold, we pressed on, pressed our luck, and did some things that may or may not have run the risk of pressed charges. What happened next is completely hypothetical.
If, hypothetically, the gate to the football field was magically wide open. And if, hypothetically, some men who had never been on the field decided to feel the soft turf under their feet. Hypothetically, would they have run the track before walking on to the field? Would they have done bear crawls 10 yards, 5 burpees, more bear crawls, more burpees, crab walks, hand release mirkins, lunges, etc etc all the way to the 50 yard line? And if that were to have happened, would they, running short on time, perform a 100-yd kickoff return at full sprint before exiting the field to the great and silent fanfare of sunrise? If it sounds implausible, it’s because it is. At least, that’s what Doublemint would counsel us to say.
A slow mosey back to the flag. Sometimes the best plan is no plan. And sometimes, just sometimes, touchdown.
Prayers for the family of Dr Tryhard. Prayers for others. For the fitness, fellowship and faith bestowed on this group. And for Dealer’s daughter on the road to potty training. May she find relief, but not in a diaper. Peace.