Checked with the Chicken last night to see if he wanted me to Q. He said go for it, so I sat on my couch and typed up the weinke. Funny how the weinke always looks better when you’re sitting on your butt putting it together compared to when you’re actually running it. It turned out to be a burner, which I consider a success, but still, it sucked.
Started at the intersection at the entrance of the Briarcrest Enclave, henceforth known as Briarcrest South Side. Did a little mosey action down to the far intersection for some warmups including:
Not sure how the Chicken is doing it WHILE practicing some safe social distancing, but he somehow managed to bring not 1, not 2, not even 3, but 4 FNGs this morning. Granted only two of them finished with us, but that’s some hard core EHing right there.
FNG #1, now known as Donovan, is the Chicken’s niece Julia. She’s 16, plays soccer for Parkwood, and hung with us all morning. Kicked our collective buts on the Big Boy Sit Ups, too! Since she’s a soccer player she got the name Donovan after Landon Donovan from the US Men’s National soccer team. It seemed fitting since YHC was named after a female soccer player from the US Women’s National soccer team.
FNG #2, now known as Olive Oil, is down from New Jersey for work. He’s an aviation mechanic and we would’ve named him after the pilot from the movie Airplane! but no one could remember the name. Instead, we found out he’s Greek and got dubbed Olive. Shortly after we appended Oil just for funsies.
Again, it was good working out with folks. Thank you everyone for being respectful of our personal space and practicing good social distancing.
YHC took us out. #cradletograve
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