We could have used some Manning mumble chatter this morning because quite frankly G-String needs to learn how to whine with style.
Number of Pax: 7
Pax Names: Brain Fart, Turtle Head, Neuman, Spock, G-String, Smurfette, Hasbro
Warm-O-Rama: We mosey’d until the Pax complained and started the morning off with:
10 x Weed pickers
10 x Imperial Walkers
10 x SSHs
The Thang: Repeat of my routine of routines from last week Dory has named The Hindenburg: A BLIMP is dropping like a BOMB, sound the ALARM!
Pax split into two groups.
Group 1 runs to the “light pole”, “utility pole” you know what — run as far or as little as you like, G-String
While Group 1 is doing that, Group two does an exercise. We flapjack through the following:
Overhead hand claps
Big boy sit-ups
A - shoulder taps
L - split lunges
A - LBCs
The Pax were killing these routines so we moseyed for a short bit and circled up for two Ring of Fires:
Shoulder Taps, Kodiak count
Plank jacks, Rubicon count
We switched from Kodiak to Rubicon count because I seriously thought I would receive physical harm from Smurfette if we did another round.
YHC called for some Mary at this point and Brain Fart and Neuman got a little taste of Q-school leading a couple exercises before we called it quits.
COT: We’re all at Frequency, which is Woodstock City Church’s away camp for 7th and 9th graders. Much to be praying about this weekend mostly centered around these students dropping their walls and allowing God to meet them where they are.
Also prayers for Brain Fart whose wife is home with a sick baby and Smurfette as their 2.0 hobbles recovers from a broken leg.
Naked Man Moleskin: If YHC was gonna get out in the morning and exercise after 1.5 hours of sleep the night before, he was gonna have to Q this thing. He did, we all survived and are better for it.