Ten noble warriors ventured to Heartbreak Ridge hoping to avoid the Ridge. After ten minutes of typical warmups, we instead hit the tennis courts for some dodgeball. Tatar and Mr. Rogers sat out and did their own exercises–due to some combination of injury, keeping teams even and recurring wedgy nightmares from 8th grade.
We did best of 5. Team Fuddskinattilahouse vs Team Handfrogsnakarone. You get hit or your ball gets caught, you go to the designated area and do 5 burpees and then can come back. If no one from your team is left in the doubles court, you lose. After Handshake reminded us of the 5 D’s of Dodgeball, we began.
Final result: Team Handfrogsnakarone won 3 via great dodging, dipping, diving, ducking and dodging. Team Fuddskinattilahouse won 2 by technicality–the other team still had ‘alive’ players but was getting balls off court. Were those details necessary? Is it necessary for me to drink my own urine? No, but I do it anyway because it’s sterile and I like the taste.
We left the courts with enough time to hit the benches in the front of the school for two rounds of Bulgarians, dips and one round of derkins.
Back to the flag for heels to heaven, flutters, lbcs and ten burpees.
Christmas in July is coming soon but until then, there is the Memorial Day convergence at 7 at Tredegar and Pickleball starting the following Monday at Forest Hill Park. And don’t forget, I don’t think I’m a lot dumber than you think that I thought that I thought I was once.
