43 minutes of Pink Floyd brought the memories rushing back. Some good times, some bad trips, some star-crossed teenage heavy petting by someone who shall remain unnamed (Last Call).
Warmarama – lunges and broad jumps to keep pace with rucking Doublemint. Circle up for some DQs, helicopters, massive numbers of arm circles, copperhead squats, shoulder taps, mirkins, LBCs, and some others lost in the smoky haze of days gone by.
Parking space ascending squats with broad jumps between. Back again with crab walks and ascending WW2s. By that time Doublemint was long gone so we ran the Old Glory loop to catch up. We caught him right back at the start.
11s with pole smokers, lunges in between, Carolina dry docks. I think that’s right, but I could be hallucinating. Apologies to the lady walking her dog at 5h45 in the morning – hope you like psychedelic space rock.
Head to the tennis courts for the Pigskin special: wall sit hoedowns, hip slap balls to the wall, 15 donkey kicks, wall sit milkers, balls to the wall toe taps, 15 donkey kicks, wall sit air press, balls to the wall Australian mountain climbers, 15 donkey kicks, then 10 dirty hookups.
Heels to heaven until the music stopped.
Thanks gents for coming out to enjoy a blast from the past. Can’t remember the last time YHC listened to an album all the way through with good friends in the cool outside air. Shout out to Doublemint who is on the mend and continues to show up – being there is a victory not just for him but for us all.
“Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.”
