The Pax assembled in the moonlit Boondocks @530, embracing the mediocre excellence that defines the Boondocks way. The air was cool and clear, a perfect setting for redemption.
Pax: Pelican
Backflop
Honey Do
White Bread
Swag
Tudors
Portabucket
Virginia Slims
Hush Puppy (Q)
YHC took the Q with a promise to redeem myself from the previous Q’s linguistic faux pas. With a nod to the missteps, the Pax embarked on a mosey followed by SSH, Toy Soldiers, and grass grabbers in cadence, finishing up with one of my favs, downward dog and stuff.
The workout, a You v. You strait forward, ladder. Can’t jack that up. Twenty big boys, thirty squats, forty upright rows, and a grand finale of fifty mountain climbers. Between each exercise we took a big lap around the outer fence of the baseball field.
As we climbed the ladder it became evident that mediocrity had never felt so good, and in embracing the subtle art of imperfection, the Pax followed suit.
We closed, like all F3 work outs, in the Circle of Trust (COT). Count-a-rama, name-o-rama and announcements. Intentions were shared with a cheeky wish for improved Q skills, and an Our Father brought things to an end.
Until the next beatdown, may the mediocre excellence continue to shine bright at the Boondocks. AYE!
Hush Puppy
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