This morning at the Vineyard it was cold. “Don’t worry guys, it will be above freezing.”, said someone. My weather app begged to differ. No matter. Our beatdown got us plenty warm, matched only by the zeal I could see in each HIM’s heart. “Did you think of this in advance? Or are you making it up on the fly?”, said someone else. Zeal aplenty.
We roamed the campus a bit, stopping briefly to do “5’s” and one “7’s”. These are very similar to 11’s, except (as the name implies) with a lower total. It’s right there in the name.
We did burpees, donkey kicks, bear crawls, BBS’s, gas pushers, circular sprints, merkins, American hammers, stair climbs, star jumps, crunchy frogs, crab cakes, and bernie sanders. And then we did even more stuff (PAX choice) on the way back to the flag. That’s a lot of stuff, matching the loose “wassail” theme I was going for this morning (or as southern folk call it, “wassle”). Lots of spices mixed in a hot mulled wine drink. Served this morning at the Vineyard to a fine group of HIMs!
Prayers for Vanilli’s friend Brian, who is (still) waiting in hospital for a liver transplant, for Lizard King starting his new job today, and for my youngest sister dealing with a returning tumor at the base of her brain.
Thanks for coming out especially in the above-freezing cold!