Get out to the Patriot Saturday morning, 0700. Admit it– you’ve never regretted a workout…and you won’t regret this one. But by the end, you’ll run through all the stages of emotional grief: Denial (that you HC’d while having one too many adult beverages tonight), Anger (that the Q put together a completely stupid and utterly pointless Weinke), Bargaining (…”please, Q, make this stop…I’ll even promise murder bunnies tomorrow, if you make the man-makers stop today”), Depression (that life is passing you by…and you should’ve found F3 sooner), and finally Acceptance (we’re done, we can Coffeteria, and we’ll have a much better day/weekend knowing the hardest part is DONE!). Your packing list: Gloves, Coupons, a Sad Clown FNG. –KL–