Convergence

Convergence

If we counted correctly, which is always questionable, then there were 30 at the A51 Labor Day Convergence at Base Camp. Several shovel flags planted for Labor Day – almost forgotten what those looked like

Pax list was an afterthought (made a halfhearted effort), but you know if you were there.

Anyway, here is what you most likely missed:

• A polite, long winded disclaimer
• Standard warmup and slow mosey out of the school
• A complete cluster ⭐️ of directions for part 1, taking the long way around to Hwy 51 with +/- 100 partner *derkins and 200 WW2 sit-ups
• Very questionable counting and complete  disregard for Q intentions for the next +/- 25 minutes
• A remarkably punctual end to part 1 and smooth transition to Private Benjamin
• Who then took the crew into Davie for way too many (egregious, really) bear crawls, crab walks, and wheelbarrows.
• An awful return to Strawberry Ln with half a mile AYG / care to give.
• Awkward last 6 minutes of Mary(ish) – FIN.

YHC has long thought of Convergences as primarily 2nd F events. Goal was to at least make everyone sore today (which yesterday was tomorrow – so yeah, faux apologies for spending the day with family and not writing the B.B. yesterday). Hopefully, the only other person to do at least half of the intended workout is also sore today, but O’Tannenbaum was seemingly nonplussed, so maybe not.

Everyone else – good job taking advantage of “modify as needed”. Truthfully, YHC took advantage of that during the bear crawls and crab walks, so this is at least a case of the kettle knowing it is in a glass house, or something with mixed metaphors. By the way, that AYG half mile back sucked – much more “care to give” than “got”. YHC clearly in BRR shape (lie), finished strong (gasping for air while getting passed).

Sparklepuff managed to hang out near the front, on all the moseys anyway. Seemed disappointed in one SemiGloss, kinda sad actually. ‘Twas good to see him seemingly healthy for the first time since 2014.

The not-so-identical twins Kid Rock and Tolkien were there. One seemed ready for BRR, the asked for help adjusting his bra (bro?) strap.

There was more hilarity, but this BB has already become laborious, which given it was on Labor Day seems self-defeating and not at all in the spirit of its origination.

So with that, adieu comrades.

– Kirk