Just when you thought the deep state had finally settled down, we get the latest Q Schedule trolls mysteriously swapping Q’s late last week and somehow Rockwell gets inserted into the lineup. Nobody asks questions, just a replacement Q. Rockwell graciously just accepted it. Like gas station sushi.
Which led to this week and Rockwell being ready to Q again, but instead YHC was ready to take the lead.
Alarm goes off, aka early morning text from Smithers, check that Deflated – “Out” letting YHC know it is time to wake up and get ready for the workout.
As we prepared to roll out, eldest pax Recalc decided to wander aimlessly like a retiree who lost his wife at Costco. Fortunately he located the group before Chastain had to fully activate the Silver Alert system. Crisis avoided.
Treble rolled up rocking low top Chuck Taylors which deserves respect honestly. That’s a man comfortable with risk. Past pax Moneyball would’ve turned an ankle just reading that sentence.
Dunkin arrived ready for quality father-son bonding time with his 18th child Cholula. Somewhere Nick Cannon nodded approvingly.
Plan for the morning was simple. Stay on this side of the tracks, keep it clean, sprinkle in some Paula Abduls, and hit Keith Jong Hill. YHC actually thought we might avoid the burpee train because one rolled through way earlier in the morning. But apparently Hunter Harrison is still running ghost trains from beyond the grave because one of those 9-mile-long precision scheduled railroading monstrosities came lumbering through Waxhaw again this morning.
Workout itself was straightforward and effective:
• Warmup by the brewery
• Paula Abduls heading out
• Burpee train
• Reverse course with more Paula Abduls because apparently suffering needs symmetry
• Head to Keith Jung Hill where one pax with sandbag was either ascending or descending while dishing out exercises to anyone who passed him
• Finish with step-ups and derkins before time