I was running a little late with my pre-beatdown Ruck and got to the flag right at 5:30 to find that we had exactly 0 Quagmires. 0 Quagmires is exactly 1 less Quagmires than we should have had since he was on the Q sheet to Q this morning. So I (very) quickly counted again, and yet again came to the same conclusion that we had 0 Quagmires. Looks like it’s a surprise Q for yours truly.
Slow mosey around the parking lot and over toward the stairs while I run through my brain inventory of something we can do for a workout. Circle up for some…uh…Side Straddle Hops…then uh… Weed Pickers…and maybe some….Imperial Walkers…ummmm, ok I have a plan, let’s move.
We partnered up under the overhang in front of the School for some big BOMBS. With each exercise being raised by 50 and the non-working out partner running the big loop out front. Once we finished we did Lt. Dans and then circled up for Mary where Orvis popped his cherry leading cadence, so congrats to him.
Back to the Flag
Safe travels for all the MANY traveling this week. I mean it has to be A LOT with the numbers being this low, it can’t be the petrifying fear of cold and wet that has our PAX hiding in the comfort of the Fartsack. Seriously safe travels to those that ARE out and about this week, and if you are not, get your ass out here and join the fun/misery.
Naked Man Moleskin:
Congrats again to Orvis with a solid cadence call
Quagmire – an awkward, complex, or hazardous situation (seems about right for this morning); a soft boggy area of land that gives way underfoot (also accurate with all of the rain)