YHC proceeds to give a new Saturday morning yoga group dibs on the turf field after our years of owning the gloom at this AO. 8 chicks & 9 dudes, one of which is wearing blue jeans, proceed to accomplish their BD in the elements, rain and wind, while the F3 Woodshed PAX stay in Vagisil land near cover. On the edge of the shit shed or under the roof the Woodshed PAX proceed thru a BOMBS routine. Much mumblechatter, most of which was a disgruntled PAX, thought the whole fucking decision to avoid the elements in the presence of a another exercise group was the weakest shit ever, FAR exceeding the decision to divert to Chick-fil-A on a sub30° morning. YHC probably wears Vagisil as lip balm.