apologies to pax for not recalling all who posted…COT finished short of my car on other side of Hardees, so no digital assistance on this one.

21 boisterous pax posted at Hardees for the launch of “____________” (more on this later), Sir Topham Hat’s VQ and day 2 of back-to-back Qs for YHC.  The Sky Q blessed us from above with (no, not manna) snow flurries.  I don’t think the 2.0s at home were as giddy as these men.

The Thang

Sir Topham Hat leads pax out of the lot

Run to warehouse parking lot at the bottom of the road

COP

SSH x30

Windmills x15

Merkins x15

IW x15

Low slow squat x15

People’s chair 30 count

Peter parker x20

CDDs x10

Indian run back to top of road

Baton passed to Double D

Mosey to end of parking lot next to other warehouse

Plank sequence – planks jacks, R/L high, Parker peters, R/L high

Partner wheelbarrows switching off at each tree along building to midway point

Lunge walk to end of building, stopping at each tree for partner derkins x10

Return to start with alternating bear crawls and crab walks, stopping at each tree for Freddie Mercurys x15 (switch to LBCs x15 at midway point)

Gather in small grassy spot at warehouse entrance

Knee tar jai x20  plus 10 bomb jack midway diversion from Change Order (true to his name)

Flutter kicks x30

Run  down warehouse road and partner up along one side
Partner 1: Spint across street to top of hill and back
Partner 2: Continuous merkins of various flavors
Flapjack and continue cycle for 5(?) rotations

10 burpees OYO

Run home

COT

Thanks to pax for a strong showing, Cake Boss for the Q invite (deferred one week by Mr Freeze) and Change Order for hosting the pax this morning and future Tuesday mornings.  Certainly put a dent in the register receipts at Golden Corral today!

T-claps to Sir Topham Hat for nailing his VQ!  Site Qs need to get him on the calendar.

The naming of the AO brought about much discussion.  Themes from Warehouse to fast food to fitness to precious metals.  And then the muse made her presence felt….the ballroom dancing spot instantly became visible in the eye of every pax.  So, what will it be Change Order?

After plenty of running at Old Town yesterday, I swore to myself that there would be no running today. I pledged to my aching quads and tight hamstrings that they would get a break.  Yet, upon exiting my car, the sweet call of the sirens began to fill my ears….in the form of McGruff and Trucker, they baited me.  Like a long-legged vixen from a Van Halen video, images from my adolescence in the 1980s began to swirl in my head.  I brushed it off, saying that STH was leading…he was in charge of the festivities today.  But, I could feel my pulse picking up pace.  I took a few deep breaths….I told myself that STH already had an Indian Run on tap.  That would be enough.  That would scratch the itch without going over the edge.  That seemed to do the trick…it was like a cold shower without the shivers.  As we launched, COP provided the perfect warm up.  The Indian Run got the blood flowing without taxing the lungs or spreading the pax out too far.  Thankfully it did not trigger me.  When STH passed me the reins, I was confident – I CAN DO THIS!  We went through all the moves along the warehouse.  There were groans and grumbles, proving that it was possible.  The knee tar jai reinforced my resolve — yes I can deliver pain to the pax without pounding the pavement!  We were in close quarters, the mumble chatter was escalating, the pax was working hard and pushing each other.  Even the bomb jacks were taken in good spirits.  But then…a whisper…did I really hear that?  Was it actually spoken or was it just the temptresses seeping back into my consciousness?  The questions swirled in my head as we dropped to the ground for hello dollies…but NO!…those could be dangerous.  So I called an audible to flutter kicks….those should be harmless.  And yet, the voices in my head grew louder.  The images spun faster.  Counting cadence was not a sufficient distraction.  My heart rate accelerated.  The internal argument in the court room of my brain became deafening!    I held on as tightly as I could, white knuckling it mentally.  “I can’t give in!” I was screaming with my mouth clenched tight.  And then…it happened…I succumbed.  The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.  Yes, “I Ran!…I ran so far away…but I couldn’t get away.”