Great Green Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts
Date: 2025-01-17 AO: joust Q: Horsehead PAX: spackles, ductwork, geraldo, hopper, Focker, Orange Whip, Mr. Magoo, Limey, Daisy FNGs: None COUNT: 10 So far, 2025 has launched like a rock hard booger that you discover after lunch making you wonder if you were walking around with a bat in the cave all morning. After two weeks of exhausting work travel, I was planning to sleep in today until I get the “reminder” last night that I had not agreed to Q this morning.
So, we did the ultimate autopilot Q – the Death Valley Gopher. I think only a few of the guys remembered old the old DV AO, with the pitch black steps of death and the soggy field of nightmares that we used to crawl around on. Some guys would bring headlamps, just to ruin any semblance of night vision and guarantee some sort form injury or fatality during the workout. And we wont even speak of the old “nature trail” filled with crack den mattresses and bum wine bottles. Ahhh . . . the good old days where we actually touched grass and sometimes each other. Yikes.
Anyway, no Night Train or Wild Irish Rose bottles on the fancy CC track – just some construction items that (most of us) were able to dodge. Well, to be truthful I don’t know what half of the guys did. I managed to end up in the non-Spackler group so I’m sure there were some colorful tales and possibly some complaints about the Gopher, because we all know that Carl Spackler hates the gopher. No explosives though. Mrs. Esterhouse . . .
We cut it a little short after 4 rounds of Gopher and took Caradhras to the top of Grandmother Mt so nobody could do pull ups. Then some pax-led parking lot stomache made certain that I Qd this workout as little as possible.
T&P to Geraldo for his loss and for Header who is in the hospital with a blood clot.
your pal, Horsehead
So, we did the ultimate autopilot Q – the Death Valley Gopher. I think only a few of the guys remembered old the old DV AO, with the pitch black steps of death and the soggy field of nightmares that we used to crawl around on. Some guys would bring headlamps, just to ruin any semblance of night vision and guarantee some sort form injury or fatality during the workout. And we wont even speak of the old “nature trail” filled with crack den mattresses and bum wine bottles. Ahhh . . . the good old days where we actually touched grass and sometimes each other. Yikes.
Anyway, no Night Train or Wild Irish Rose bottles on the fancy CC track – just some construction items that (most of us) were able to dodge. Well, to be truthful I don’t know what half of the guys did. I managed to end up in the non-Spackler group so I’m sure there were some colorful tales and possibly some complaints about the Gopher, because we all know that Carl Spackler hates the gopher. No explosives though. Mrs. Esterhouse . . .
We cut it a little short after 4 rounds of Gopher and took Caradhras to the top of Grandmother Mt so nobody could do pull ups. Then some pax-led parking lot stomache made certain that I Qd this workout as little as possible.
T&P to Geraldo for his loss and for Header who is in the hospital with a blood clot.
your pal, Horsehead
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