The weather did not keep 9 fearless pax in the fartsack this morning. It was wet, but we sprinted to the chicken shack for some work.
Picnic tables were moved for optimum space:
SSH x 15 IC
TTT x 10 IC
Plank Jacks x 15 IC
Imperial Walkers x 15 IC
I then explained The Thang: Every Minute on the Minute for 30 Minutes we would do 5 Big Boys; 10 Merkins, and option 15 SSH or Squats. A nerd from the crowd questioned if this was possible in a one minute period. After a brief staredown that I won it was decided that it was possible.
The mumble chatter was strong this morning. We discussed whether pedestrian push buttons are actually wired to work of if they are just for show. I assured the pax once again that they do work. We had music that was mostly well received except for Tom Petty’s Wildflowers. Dang it Feels Good to Be a Gangster was a hit which spurred several Office Space jokes.
We took a circuitous jog back to to the covered restroom shelter by the flag.
Announcements:
Happy Hour at the Toad Tonight 5:30ish
May need a Q for Saturday
I gave a rambling devo with a quote I believe attributed to Lou Holtz but not sure:
I AM ONLY ONE, BUT I AM ONE.
I CAN’T DO EVERYTHING, BUT I CAN DO SOMETHING.
WHAT I CAN DO, I OUGHT TO DO.
AND BY THE GRACE OF GOD, I WILL DO.
Enjoyed it Fellas,
Carpool