I am a liar.

With the Nomads going out of state for a workout, it left The Fighting Yank Q-less on Saturday.  After dozens of phone calls, texts and emails from Sargento begging me to Q this weekend, I finally relented and agreed.

YHC wasn’t sure what I was going to do for a beatdown.  The night before, while celebrating Cinco de Mayo at Tiny Tank’s house, I revealed my rough draft for my Q.  Tiny Tank basically asked if I was insane and Wheezy said something just came up and he wasn’t going to be able to make it the next morning, as he cracked another cold adult beverage.  So I decided to make a couple of adjustments.

As the men were arriving at The Fighting Yank, Keesh asked if I planned on dabbing this morning.  YHC told him there were no burpees on my weinke.  Quish seemed happy and said he wasn’t going to grab his gloves then.

When 0700 hit, there was a quick disclaimer about me being an idiot and then we moseyed.  No time for a warmup, or at least I wasn’t sure if there would be time, so I opted against it.

We moseyed to the hill by Hawthorne for a triple nickel (the rough draft was 11s). We did lunges at the bottom and monkey humpers at the top.

We then moseyed to the front of Belmont Middle.  On the mosey Tiny Tank took off ahead saying he had to empty his tiny tank.  Don’t worry, he assured us he washed his hands.

We got to the front of the school and when I pulled out my weinke I saw something I didn’t realize was there.  Which isn’t the first time this has happened to me.  But, this time at least it was just burpees.  Edison essentially called me a liar.  And I couldn’t disagree with him.  I am a liar.

We did station work in a figure 8 formation around the sidewalks.  10 merkins, 10 werkins, 10 derkins, 10 moroccan nightclubs, 10 dips, 10 werkins, 10 derkins and 5 burpees.  Rinse and repeat two more times.  Then we began a fellowship mosey to the back of the school.

Since we were moving along quicker than I anticipated and I opted against a warmup, YHC threw in an impromptu wall sit on the back of the school.  There was some mumble chatter about us already doing the legs portion of the workout.  YHC quickly reminded everyone that Sargento hand picked me, not them, to Q this beatdown.

We continued the rest of our mosey to the track for an ab version of Dora 1-2-3.  100 leg throws, 200 LBCs and 300 flutter kicks.  We partnered-up.  Since we had an odd number, Top Hat took one for the team and opted to go it alone.  So that everyone finished together, a few of the Pax did an extra 50 flutter kicks OYO.

Slow mosey back to where we started.  During which Qeesh was sure to show YHC his hands and claim the calluses from the burpees could put him out of work for days and it was my fault because YHC told him he wouldn’t need gloves.

Pledge.

Announcements:
– Mudrun in a couple of weeks.
– Tuna 200 in October. Seven have signed up, looking for at least five more and the possibility of another team.

Prayer Requests:
– All of the pax who haven’t posted in a while and those that are on IR.

Top Hat lead us in a COT.

Thanks guys, I had a blast leading!