After a brisk run with Jekyl, Gears and Cornhole, YHC was greeted by a mass of PAX. Maybe it had something to do with Peebles on the Q @ WEP that drove these guys north, but never the less they came. The mummble chatter started early as I attempted to give the PAX a preview of what was on the Weinke, but either due to lack of coffee or impressed that I actually remebered that it was my time to Q, the PAX had an attention span of a gnat…. So we took off.

Quick run to back of Hairy Peter:

COP warm up = SSH, Imperial Walkers, Merkins – let’s go

The Beat Down
1 – Run some distance to a perfect,painful spot
2 – Diamond Merkins
3 – Tuck Jumps
4 – 4 count Carolina Dry Docks
5 – Roll Ups (full sit up and stand up with no hand assist)
6 – Wall Merkins (180 degrees of pain)
7 – Round the world squat jumps
8 – Merkins
9 – A$$ to Gra$$ Squats
10 – Burpees (crowd favorite)

We got through 6 rounds and then mosey back for final ab work with the slowest Freddy Mercury cadence imaginable. Didn’t really start hurting until 13. We went to 20.

Final excercise of Protractor was interupted by comments, Trucker, that called for a Bomb Jack retribution. Then someone, Maximus(?), continued with the conversation and we ended up with the final excercise as 20 Bomb Jacks. Fine with me.

COT

As YHC observed the mass of PAX standing around me as we counted off, I was amazed that 28 guys would roll out of the Fartsack in the rain, not knowing what was waiting for them and still push through with 100% effort.

Prayers go to Gears’ sister that just found out about cancer, Bubba Gump’s brother with operatin Part Deux, and Grace as she is coming closer to going to be with her Lord, give peace to her Family.

FunHouse out