4 men mosied through the mean streets of Riverwood Plantation, stopping at every light post to do something that involved standing. The ground was a balmy 24 degrees and these old knees and me new Sherpa lined sweat pants could not afford to taste asphalt. Bringing my 13 year old son, War Eagle along for his 2nd consecutive Diablo post brought the median age down to a robust 47.5. We attacked the hill and each mailbox on the right with a vigor usually reserved for a Saturday line at Dynasty Buffet when the crab legs are in short supply. We rucked with a combo of squats, imperial walkers, Abe Vigodas, Moroccan Night Clubs, monkey humpers, Rocky Balboas and dips. We prayed it out and scrambled for work. Sledge-O-Matic, Hermie, War Eagle and Les Nessman.