Make the BB Great Again?
Nah, I don’t want to stir up any political emotions.
Especially given the current climate/status of F3 Hickory. Bunch of fart sackin’, buttery soft skinned, non-posting in the rain, nipple ring wearin’ Dandies. Nipple ring? Yeah, $20 says that one of you millenials has one tucked away in your sock drawer along with a pair of those super baggy jeans. What were they called? Jangos? Jingos? Janga? Whatever….get off my damn lawn you WhipperSnappers, I gots a BB to write.
Timeline:
4/13 post-Expresso chatter
Sparkles: You coming to Ram tomorrow?
CE: I guess….wait a tick, I think I have the Q.
4/14, 05:00
Typically, CE wakes up and checks over his Winkie to make sure that the workout will be easy enough for him to both do the workout and talk at the same time.
This am, there was no winkie. No plan. My mind was as empty as the front side of Powder’s underwears. No WOD. Oh well, let’s roll.
05:30 – Weather Report: pretty bad. It clearly had been raining for hours. Rivers were forming in the parking lot. It was inevitable, we were going to be wet by the time 06:15 came around.
The good news is that we didn’t wait until 06:15 to see if we were wet or not.
SSH, ATTs, then Big Boys. Followed by Hand Release Merkins. Front and back soaked beyond repair. Couple of Jane Fondas to complete the wetness.
Mosey to College Park for calf raises and upside down pull ups (CrossStitch had a more formal name for that exercise, but whatever).
Sidebar: When we are on HCAM School property, without fail I have flashbacks of little ole Cousin Eddie rolling to the start of his school day when it was College Park. HBC went there too, wonder if the same applies for him? Either way from 1985-1988 that was my hood. I have so many memories there. Joe Joe Bright showed me some Devil’s Lettuce that he later smoked in the bathroom. The same Joe Joe (not sure why I feel the need to clarify…as if there are two Joe Joe’s out there) skipped Field Day but showed up on his motorcycle later that day and rode it around the football field while our principal chased after him. There was a wood working shop there. The teacher only had 8 fingers. John Nagel was my bus driver. He was a Sr at HHS and figured out how to remove the governor off the bus, so that thing would fly. I didn’t ride it all the time, but that bro would drive it full speed down the hill between Corinth and St Lukes (before there was a stop sign) and if you were sitting in the back of the bus, it would launch you out of your seat. We loved John Nagel. Most days though, me and my crew would walk to the Center. That’s what you now call the Y. The Center was heaven for me. We’d play basketball, video games, hang in the Teen Room, drink Suicides, play ping pong. It was such a great option to have as kids. There’s nothing like it today and that’s a damn shame.
Ok, back to the workout. Mosey from College Park to the Center. I mean mosey from HCAM to The Y. 50 HR Merkins and 50 LBCs between here and there OYO. Line up on the tennis court side of the creek.
Next exercise: grab a rock and cross the creek
Curls x 10 IC. Drop rock and rotate for the cycle. There were some fish aqurium pebbles and there were some boulders. I love this by the way. Rock size is proportionate to c0ck size? Probably.
Last cycle was curls in the middle of the creek.
Mosey to the field. Tire flips.
Note: that tire was excessively light. Odd.
Mosey for a few more HR merkins and LBCs.
Mosey to Test Hill.
Mosey 1/4 way up the hill for 10 merkins, then back down. Progressively went up TH 4 times.
Mosey back to the flag. Finished right on time: 06:15
Note: we were wet.
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