To The Friday Farsackers We Go

Roll into Infinity to find our usual crowd minus Spokes and Twin. Yes, that’s right, Twin. He tries to pretend and not come to Stargate but he usually shows up and runs in Friday’s. He wasn’t there. He had to take a vacation to prepare for his vacation. It’s a Lowe’s thing, is common folk wouldn’t truly understand. Spokes was gone galloping through Virginia; hoping to party with the Falwells. So, with just four of the toughest pax Lenoir has to offer we visited our missing bros. 

Standard warm ups. Run to OG’s casa for squats and Weezy’s. Run to Grout’s casa for lunges and WWII Sit-ups. (Duh!) Mosey to Twin’s house to move his newspaper, play with stuff in his yard, shine our lights in his house, talk loudly, and, oh yeah, workout. We did some reverse lunges and box cutters. Make the long mosey to Swinger’s for monkey humpers, LBC’s, and something else. It was debated what all to do to Swinger’s home, but it appeared his M or mistress (or is that what the mysterious letter “m” stands for? Pretty sure that’s what MedBall and Cuz taught us a few weeks ago) was roaming the house and we didn’t want to cause a stir. We tackled some killer hills to get there, so took them back to A/O on a slightly easier route. Make it back for some really hot, sexy finishers for all to gaze upon; such as: pickle pounders, glute bridges, and Jane Fonda’s. 

WOD was straight outta Job. Job begins to question things and God asks where was he when God formed creation. In other words, God’s in control even in the chaos and tragedy of life. 

To summarize, we ran and worked out. Spokes can now lie down tonight in complete satisfaction  with an overdue backblast tuned in.  Take that Rolling Stones, you can get some satisfaction. Too bad F3 didn’t exist back then.