This morning, we ventured into the dark and twisted heart of the First Watch—the infamous Satan’s Taint, a desolate stretch that dead-ends in the ominously named Satan’s Butthole. Spirits were high, and headlamps (at least mine) were on, as we descended into this unknown territory.
The Warmup
We jogged down to the taint, did a few warmup exercises, and braced ourselves for what was next.
The Main Event
Our main workout was a mailbox interval special: two mailboxes forward, one mailbox back, with each PAX cycling through ab, leg, and upper body exercises. But somewhere along the way, we noticed Handshake was missing. Fears grew that he’d been swallowed by the darkness—or worse, Satan’s Butthole. Just as a search party was about to form, he emerged, bewildered but alive, claiming to have been “checking out the butthole.” Crisis averted!
The Finale
With the full squad back, we wrapped things up at the flag with a triple check of LBCs, drydocks, and a runner. Teamwork was strong, and the laughter about Handshake’s brief disappearance even stronger.
COT
With another successful expedition complete, we gave thanks that all had returned safely and that Satan’s Taint hadn’t claimed a PAX member this time. Until next time, darkness!
Announcements:
- VQ week down south next week.
- Family chilly cookoff. Rountrey clubhouse. November 24. 3-6 pm. Yes football will be on.
Prayers for all the sick friends and family. Praying for national unity.
