- Workout Date - 06/06/2016
- Q In Charge - Zoila
- The PAX - Stewie (WD), Zoila (WB)
- AO -
Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me round.
The Conditions: Sweaty. Low 70s Fahrenheit, high 90s humidity. There was the familiar early-morning after-rain scent of asphalt, oil, and dew, which was so off-putting that only two brave souls dare face it.
The Thang: Pretty basic. “Alright, ‘smosey” north on Augusta Street. Right on Church, quick right on Crescent. Left on Jones. Right on Carroll. Left on McDaniel….hey that’s weird, that car’s driving around with its door open….lets just go the other way… Right on Belmont. Right on Newman, Right back on McDaniel. To the end. Of McDaniel. Up the hill to the bridge at the top of McDaniel. Ten count. Back down McDaniel the whole way. Plank for about 30 seconds. Left on Augusta and back to VSF.
Oblique LBC each side x20
Ye Olde Moleskine:
So YHC, of fart-sacking fame so extensive that a ZC is a Zoila Commit which means, you say you’re coming, but really have no intention or ability to do so. So anyway, YHC has fart-sacked his fare share over the last 2.5 years. Well all that’s over. YHC is a brand new non-fartsacking man. So I pull up in my car. It’s 0514. No one is there. Alas, a slim neon-shirted gentleman with a touch of gray descends to the pre-arranged meeting point from the darkness of the gloom.
YHC: “So this is what it’s like, huh?” [to post on a day when everyone else fartsacks]
Stewie (aforementioned neon-shirted gentleman): “Yep.”
Is it really a BOM if there are only two pax? It was less a ball and more a rectangle. Good to spend some real quality time with Stewie. Topics of discussion: snakes, in-laws, outlaws, parents, sleepovers, crime, newspapers, glutes, summer vacations, college baseball. If you weren’t there, you really missed out. Trust me.
I guess that this must be place.
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