Perfected

Perfected

An elite group of 16 men gathered until the lights of the SCMS parking lot. A somber (disappointment that YHC couldn’t be sued for his Corolla or Fairways Apts pool pass) disclaimer was given and then off we went into the darkness.

The Thang

Run down Strawberry Lane toward Rosecliff. We did some high knees and butt kickers along the way, mainly to slow up the group and keep the Q juices at an optimal level for sustainability for the best worst hour in A51. We stopped at the well-lit entrance to Rosecliff for some IWs x 20 IC before the morning’s Sunday School lesson… 6 represents man and his imperfection, 7 represents perfection and 8 is the number of new beginnings.

From there, we ran down Rosecliff and took a right on Browne’s Pond, stopping at its intersection with Coburn. Partner up, similar speed. Partner A run down Coburn to the creek at the bottom of the hill. Partner B run down Browne’s Pond to the cul-de-sac. Meet back at the intersection for 10 hand slap merkins. Then flapjack. Meet back again for 10 hand slap merkins. That’s 1. The goal was 8 (new beginnings) for the fast guys and 7 (perfection) for the mortals. A few rounds in we switched the hand slap merkins to 10 squats for each partner.

We did some Mary (flutters and LBCs) while everyone gathered back up at the end. Then we ran back to the school just in time for the 0615 finish.

Moleskine

After several e-mails yesterday, including a blistering one from my boss Turkey Leg, it was determined that YHC had to step up to Q. After a brief scouting session on my lunch break, YHC determined that the hills of Browne’s Pond and Coburn could provide some fun. The key was to have us do something hard while also keeping us together, since I am very slow these days. The workout sucked.

The usual suspects were burning up the hills this morning…with the rest of the men doing yeoman’s work. Good to see Hairball out getting back in touch with his roots and his Area 51 constituents. Also, great to meet Chin Music who freaked YHC out about halfway through, telling me he was already on 9. YHC felt better when we determined he was on 4.5…as YHC was only on 3 at that point. My partner this morning was Gummy. YHC kept apologizing to him for making him wait on me each time. He said no worries, that’s why he picked me. Wait, WHAT?! We only made 6, imperfect. Yet, perfected (insert praise hands). Nice to see Gloss out this morning as well. Solid work my friend. That Walgreen’s knee brace has got to smell as bad if not worse than that Patagonia fleece that never made it out of your trunk…am I right?

Since he wasn’t Qing, Frasier was no where to be seen.

Announcements

Death Valley converging at Anvil tomorrow. Coffeeteria in Calvary Church immediately following. Jedi to speak.