AO: Wicked Witch

When: 03/10/2020

PAX:

Number of Pax: 12

Pax Names: Drumstick, Exile, Floppy, Garfield, Haggis, Hombre, LawDog, Manning, Mickey, Odd Job, Quagmire, The Mole,

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names:

QIC: Quagmire


The BackBlast:

Intro:

Tennis Can Baton

Warm-o-Rama:

Mosey toward the Powerlines… thru the gate & take a quick left into the un-used grass field…..circle up for Quadmires and 25 silent count SSH.  

Silent count SSHs…. Credit Garf for inventing these. Experienced pax appreciate the quality.

The Thang:

Tennis 🎾 can baton. 

With a Tennis can filled with misc exercises written on folded cards, Pax run the trail, passing the can (baton) amongst themselves (somebody might have said every 50 feet, but whatever). Every 2-3 min, the Q halt’s the run and the pax holding the baton pulls an exercise from the can for the group.  I don’t have Manning’s Broetry skills, but here’s what I remember:

Welcome Exile! His first visit to the Witch!! Right out of the gate he attempts to lead the pax directly into the trees! Whoa, whoa, whoa, back on the trail, rookie.

Odd Job is becoming Witch regular…in spite of the fact that Drumstick was screaming vulgarities at him the entire morning. Keep up the good work OJ!

Speaking of Drumstick, apparently 25 merkins weren’t enough, so he modified his card up to 40. Who modifies up? A real HIM would have gone to 50.

Ok, so maybe the exercises weren’t the hardest…. Overheard from Hombre somewhere on a dark trail: ‘do LBCs actually do anything?’… ouch.

“Where’s your tripod?!”  The physicality of 12 Pax deftly climbing over a 6ft high stack of fallen trees could have been a perfect photographic moment… Is it true a certain photographer in the group usually films himself during such feats of strength?

Hombre, risking life and limb to rescue our Nantan from the briars, was himself severely wounded.  And yet, as the blood trickled down his knee, he never quit fighting… Godspeed Hombre. 

Lawdog, Haggis and Exile getting in a pre-run, the day after day-light savings…..Wow.  Even The Mole knows better than that. Hope you guys stayed awake at work today.

COT

And in the COT, Mickey gave us a rousing speech…something about us all being a bunch of tiny snowflakes, and him looking down on us from the top of the Continental Divide.  (Haha, just kidding – actually, really good words here Mickey)

Floppy quickly  followed with the also inspiring: “My calf is better”.  

But wait, there’s more….  while enjoying the best Coffeteria in all of Cherokee, what to our wondering eyes should appear?  Exile, taking a shower by his car. Wait, what? Oh yes, he brought his own portable shower. And oh yep, he showered right there next to the COT. 

Outdoor portable showering on Monday morning before work? Res ispa loquitar

Enjoyed it fellas!

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