“You got a question? You ask the 8 Ball.” David Puddy
[Shaking the magic 8 ball….] “Will there be a Kevlar Backblast today?”
[The All-Knowing Dodecahedron of Omniscience twirls in blue toilet water, contemplating a response…. ]
The 8 Ball is a hopeless optimist. Or a people pleaser. Maybe both. Today, however, it was the bearer of bad news: “Fat chance, pal.”
Not many takers on the pre-KB. Alf blasted us yesterday; Bulldog changed jobs; Harley mangled his fingers at Skunk (DISCLAIMER); Busch, Fletch, Cottontail all DR, AWOL, etc. Sussudio sat in his truck with his little dog. Spackler sat in his heated seat and seat-danced to the rhythms of Central American supermarket Muzak.
Our Q, Sussudio, disclaimed the Pax–not a professional, modify, at your own risk, etc. It would have been a good time to note that carrying a speaker for the workout would be ill-advised. He led us straight to the pile, instructing the pax to grab a rock acceptable for both exercising and running. Thus began the quarter-mile rock run with pain stations, the first being diamond merkins on the rock. Enter: The Kong. DK emerges from the shadows, without a rock, and not receptive of the offer to carry mine. DK, rather, spends the next five minutes rooting and grubbing the adjacent woods and/or duck pond for a rock suitable for his sophisticated tastes. Which he does and joins us for a round of Rock Louganis.
Proceed to flagpole area. Group 1 exercises with rock. Group 2 runs to the gate and back to the benches to relieve Group 3. Rock exercises included curls, tri extensions, squat and press, overhead press, and Divot the Sidewalk. [I may or may not have gotten a little saucy at this point and , regardless, recommended we move rocks to the asphalt]. Bench work included dips, step ups, incline merkins, and jump ups. Running work included running up the hill then running back down.
Move to the underused, underlit playground area, where we mostly pretended to do burpees, as well as meerkins and unmentionable things with the swings. Redeposit rocks, line up along the shoulder of the road for instructions. Next exercise is the Jail…..breeeaaaakkkk, go! (insert doppler effect of Sussudio running away from the Pax while calling the exercise). I think Uncle Si still beat him, though. Various Mary to round out the event.
Plenty of announcements in the COT: Golf, BRR, Mud Run, Church On the Street. Unknown to most, but stated as a matter of fact, it was announced that Sussudio is the newly installed co-Site Q at Kevlar, As if one fleet-footed, diminutive British soccer Site Q wasn’t enough. Given the jingoistic developments, there’s little choice but to solicit new names for the Site. Like Bagpipe, we need a name fitting of the personalty(ies) behind it. [Which for Bagpipe was me, by the way; Haggis wanted to call it Corporate Takeover. Rolls right off the tongue….] Stiff Upper Lip? Winning entry gets a can of Spotted D.
Turns out Sussudio has never read a backblast. Claims he can’t find them. Bookmark this, my friend: http://f3nation.com/locations/charlotte-south-nc/.. He did manage to create a Twitter account @sussudioF3. But I suspect Minimum set it up and runs it.
That’s it.
Cheers, lads.
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