I recently posted HBC’s Word of The Day that he shared w/ us at ER this week. It was from a Backblast that Abraham wrote to his Swampskeggers. In summary, he was shaming them for not wanting to post in the howling, biting cold of Manning SC. For reference, I think it dropped down to a balmy 40 degrees and those thin blooded brothers of ours just weren’t ready to post in that polar vortex.
What’s that got to do w/ today, CE?
Good question, CE. Here’s why: When you fart sack for whatever reason (cold, rain, you’re too sweepy, tired, too cool, don’t want to do 65 birthday merkins, etc), you never know what you’re going to miss out on. Sometimes the Q isn’t even sure what he’s going to experience in the gloom.
More backstory: CE texted Peppermint Patty last night – Hey man, you coming to OG tomorrow?
PP: Heck no, it’s supposed to rain.
CE: That’s the most Candy reply I’ve ever heard.
PP: Ok fine, Goggins. In fact, I challenge you to jump in my pool after the workout. 3 minute challenge.
CE: Yikes. Hard pass, see you at TI.
If you’ve read this far down, you probably know what happens, don’t you?
Thang: Mosey towards ER parking deck with a few stops along the way. Merkins, squats, lunge walks. Before hitting the deck, we did some monkey humpers in front of the super creepy house behind the regularly creepy house beside where we start ER. Someone has done some landscaping back there, so it almost seemed like at any minute, someone would open that front door with a shotgun in hand, ready to party. The door never opened, but we were sufficiently creeped out, so we went into the deck for some workouts.
Moseyed over to Pep Patty’s house…..he kept chatterboxing about swimming. He was unanimously vetoed. But like green flies drawn to cow patties, we kept walking to the pool. Pep Pat had towels laid out for us….the pressure to jump in was overwhelming. Then Peppy Patty handed us towels. It’s simply too late to back out now. Creep was first in. I may be wrong, but I’m almost certain he was naked. Either that or he was holding on to a little smoky that he was planning on snacking on later. Then I cannonballed in. Slowly but surely we all went in. Someone went in with their pants on. Oddly enough, that was weirder than Creeper’s situation.
Have I been in colder water? Yes. Was this water cold enough to take your breath away? Yes. Did me and Crop both admit to taking a leak in the pool? Yes. Did everyone that jumped in stay in for 3 or more minutes? Yep. Was anyone that posted that am having regerts for posting instead of 💨 🛌’n? Heck no. That was tons of fun.
Unfortunately, the swim/cold soak put us way behind schedule. Actually, it was the drying off and putting our sweaty clothes back on that really took too much time. Either way, we did the WOD as we moseyed back. Rain came down really hard. We did the COT under the cover of the 127 bridge. Prayed for Jumpsuit’s dad.
Lessons learned:
- A fartsack may get you a bit more sleep
- But how many stories can you tell of the time you slept in?
- You know the answer, don’t you?
- See you next time
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