Post Blast – Flashbang Friday

25 PAX (including two FNGs) gathered this fine morning for some Faith, Fitness, Fellowship and Fun – Don’t forget the fun.

PAX: Checkbook, Tarde, Whamo, Dean (Soulmate), Flounder, Epstein, Fudd, Sprinkler, Far Side, Crankbait, Florida, Elaine, Hot-n-Now, Duvet, Gilmore, Boones Farm, Slice-n-Dice, Waterwings, Kay, Sludge, Dr Evil, Lucky Charms & Shear Conn (Q)

Welcome to FNG Dimitris Beauford – Now known as Valley Girl

Welcome also to FNG Kedrick Patterson – Now known as Sunshine

Whamo led us on a mosey to the school yard  for WOR, 15 SSHs, 15 Cotton Pickers, 15 Hillbillies, 15 sun gods ea way. Note: The grass was a little high, but you would think we were in the jungles of Central America. There were comments about ticks, spiders, leeches, fire ants and I think someone even spotted a jaguar. To make sure everyone enjoyed the full experience, the Q decided to let everyone roll in the grass a little. (Thank Sludge for that.)

The Thang: Mosey to the track with a short stop for 5 burpees along the way.

Circuit: Run to rails for 15 Big Boy Sit-ups, Return to track and bear crawl to next corner for 20 WWIIs, Run to next corner for 10 Lt Dans, Bear Crawl to next corner for 20 LBCs in cadence, Run to Monkey Bars for 10 pullups. Rinse and Repeat

Return to Cul de Sac for Thunderstruck. Thanks for Kay leading an impromptu round of SSHs while the Q retrieved the speaker.

We made it halfway through Thunderstruck before the Q realized we were running short on time. (No complaints heard about stopping early) Note that Gilmore magically appeared out of the haze of blurry vision when the music ended. Divine intervention or impeccable sense of timing?

Mary: Low slow flutters, Cindy Crawfords.

COT

  • Crankbait’s M collecting bed, sofa, chair etc. for family at school
  • June 1st: Help Toto move into home upon his return.
  • Keep Chipper and his family in your prayers.
  • Keep Man Hands in your prayers.

Sludge  prayed us out.

Thanks for the opportunity to lead.

Shear Conn

Side note: On the carpool ride back, Fudd was scratching like the mangy coyote that I euthanized in his back yard last year – Mumbling something to me and Duvet about trapping Tibetan monks in a cul-de-sac. I couldn’t tell if his symptoms were due to physical ailment – or PTSD from the jungle experience. Maybe we should do the WOR on the pavement next time. (Or maybe not. I think it was more entertaining.)