Dredd Posts:
Aye, we planted the ShovelFlag in the Drizzly Gloom and The Faithful gathered:
SixMike
Rook
Most (Johnny)
McDeuce
Antonio Table
Brooks
Dredd
Dark Warrior
Commodore Griswold
The Rock
OBT
The Thang:
The QIC (TangoDelta) being caught up Spreadsheeting like a maniac, the Faithful were forced to move forward without him. We did what we could Brothers, we did what we could.
Here’s the drill (45 minutes):
1. Run to the first walkway on the Greenway—50 Dollys
2. Run back to first bridge in the park—60 Flutters
4. 60 High Dollys
5. Apocolypto, backwards
6. 25 Kneeups
8. Run to Fantasy Island
9. Pushup Ladder
NakedMan Moleskin:
1. WarBaby: The Rock, 36
2. WarDaddy: Dredd, 47
3. Uhh…Finally! After much waiting, MMOB’s long-promised pull-up bars finally appeared on the Campos, and the Faithful took full advantage of the opportunity to shame themselves. Triple Claps to MMOB for bringing the OwlBars on line, no matter how belatedly. Now let’s start talking about the AG Brother. Don’t take my vote for granted. Aye.
4. Today’s Chuck: How did the headless horseman lose his head . . . you guessed it.
5. Sweat, Blood and Peers: Admittedly, we went at it pretty hard this AM Brothers. There was a little bit of hate (the good kind Brothers) being sent at the substitute-QIC, particularly when we went past 50 on the Flutter Kicks (Aye, it hurt). But look, we’re getting ready for a pretty tough race here Brothers, where we can expect to spill a little emotional blood. The only way to reduce that is to sweat more now. More sweat now, less blood later. As we found with the MudRun, the un-tender ministrations of QIC-Ryno produced great dividends as the Faithful left the shocked field in the dust—gray hair and long tooth and all. Aye. Which is the beauty of being peer-led. We don’t have to pay a guy to hate. We can hate ourselves. Think of it as a little peer-based self-loathing. It gets the blood moving. Aye.
6. Eye-Roe-Knee: Those who have hit the X know that J. Most (safety-minded and ever-practical) likes to lean hard on the Emotional Safety-horn in the Apocolypto—shouting out multiple warnings to Rook to watch the roots E-T-C. Today, as we entered the Gloomy Lypto, Sir Most was oddly quiet, leaving the powerfully built Rook to fend for himself in the twisty mire. Thus, it was a great shock to the Faithful when Most himself tripped over a dead (and decomposing) Meercat, severely wrenching one of his knees. You need to watch those Meercats Brother, they are a hazard live or dead—just warning . . .
7. OBT Under the Bus: As the Faithful gathered, it was noted that OBT was uncharacteristically uh . . . tardy. Dredd postulated that he might be doing some last-minute BigDeal Spreadsheeting. Dark Warrior, who usually does very little Smackorama, immediately piped in: “that guy ain’t closing a thing but the door to his shitter. He’s probably just nursing his wounds after his boy Obama screwed the pooch with this Israel thing.” A shocked silence descended over the Faithful while we tried to reconcile DW’s unexpected ad hominem outburst with the quiet Workout Duster wearing DW we’d come to know. At that very moment OBT popped out of the Prius and into immediate confusion as to why the Faithful were so quiet and confused. We never did find out why he was late, but the Faithful could not help but note that OBT was surly this AM, very surly. Hmmmm . . . .
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