The PAX of Tuesday’s Black Ops beatdown had little interest in wasting time. They were the essence of efficiency…

Mosey around the track to the parking lot near the pavilion. Quick rounds of SSH, WP and OYO sungods/Michael Phelps. Then, right into the THANG:

DORA rounds of 100 BBs, 150 Murkins, 200 Squats, 250 dips, 300 LBCs, 350 flutter kicks (2 count) 400 pickle pounders. While one man worked, the other man ran to the 11th frisbee golf hole and back. We headed back to the start for about 4 minutes of Merry. Alabama prom dates and monkey humpers abounded. Look for our faces at your local post office soon.

points of interest:

Waffle Cone, inexplicably, complained of having to “rub one out” during a Dora round, resulting in a paltry number of pushups. Bosox seemed to take a different route every time he ran. It was confusing. Muffet showed up late, wearing the very best Wal-Mart workout trousseau. The man is no slave to fashion. Vanilli and Stinky Pete just did the yeoman’s work they’re known for.

COT ended with prayers for Muffet’s domestic situation in general and for the health and impact of the men present. It was a beautiful day to sweat at lunch with these fine PAX.