Day: December 26, 2019

And all through the Goat, not a creature was stirring, except for the old guys. (Gump was the youngest to post)

WarmUp
SSH IC
Moroccan Night Clubs IC

Dr. Suess on point with flag. PLEDGE.

Mosey to the Bridge
Indian Run – American Hammer Style
Everyone on their six, last PAX does 13 American Hammers with the 40lb Pancake then hands pancake to next PAX and runs to the front of the line. While waiting remaining PAX do flutters, next round: LBCs, next round: Freddy Mercurys

Mosey to the playground
Partner 13s
1st PAX does 12 Partner assisted pull-ups, then 2nd PAX does 1 Squat, then proceed to complete the 13. Afterwards both PAX switch places

Mosey to the trail
Bataan Death March to the parking lot

Run to the mainland end of Goat bridge
Brick-ees and uneven Merkins

Mosey to our cars
Baby Shark Ab Challenge

Announcements
Convergence this Saturday
Christmas Party Jan 4

Prayer Intentions
Family member of Top Hat’s softball team in ICU
Top Hat’s daughter planning to transfer to a closer school
Termite’s mother going to nursing home
Orangeman’s daughters dealing with college
Gump’s neighbor suffering first Christmas without a parent

Name-arama

COT

EOW (End of Workout)

Attendance from Twitter.

Running or Rucking…

YHC had my first Q at the Pub.

Pledge

I was feeling creative and original, so I called a different destination – Martha’s River.  Roscoe was really confused by this because his knees were so cold and exposed from wearing shorts, so I told him it was was really clever wordplay for Martha Rivers.  Off we went and return we did!  Good work men!

Announcements – Dec 28 convergence

Prayer requests

Namearama

COT

Until next time…

Aye!

There seems to be an on-going rivalry between the fleet-footed men of The Pub and the ground-pounders of FIAblow…I mean Diablo Sammich. General taunting from Whoopee and his gang of hoodlum elves seems to be a weekly thing! However, I was pleased to see the open invitation to join the ‘sumbritches’ from FIAblow…I mean Diablo….for breakfast at Waffle House.

The men from FIAblow…oops, darn it….Diablo pulled the velcro tight on their bright white New Balance orthopedics and mall-walked to Waffle House. 5 of the 7 HIMs from the Pub ran mostly uphill in freezing temps at a brisk pace to meet up with those ‘sumbritches’ for some fellowship, food, and drink.

It should be noted that head elf Whoopee’s jukebox selectiins started off as, shall we say, questionable. Fortunately, he listened to Boudin (the smart one from FIAblow…oops, gosh, I mean Diablo) and quit playing songs off his daughter’s Ipod.

I am still curious why they made the runners sit in the corner booth, segregated from the mutha ruckers. I suppose all of our manliness and handsome good looks were just too intimidating. We’ll try not to be so awesome next time Whoopee. Thanks for the invite though!

Announcements: convergence 12/28, rsvp for the Christmas party

-Montross