Boy howdy, it was foggy this a.m. YHC almost hit his lady neighbors that were walking on the drive in. Pretty sure their yoga britches had an extra lump in em after that. Oh sorry, did I say that out loud. With that accident adverted, let’s start working out.
We warmed up as usual, nothing to see here. Let’s move on.
We trotted down the street to find an area just off the frontage road to show off our stellar athletic exercises. Did YHC mention it was extra foggy. Nothing to see here. We made several laps around the block stopping at four corners to work our gluteus maximus (some of us gluteus minimus). YHC discoverd that Kleenex was the only PAX that attended the royal wedding via Bravo (or at least he was the only one that fessed up). Banjo and Tater Hole want into some kind of native dance during a SSH rep. We also re-lived the Nancy Kerrigan knee bashing while doing one leg squats (it felt appropriate, alright).
Shows over. Tune in next time as we listen to Ole toothless one whistle his ABC’s.
All in all, it was a good morning. AYE!
Two Stroke
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