17 men for a super special edition of Snuff Underground: Breathwork.
Mosey to circle for a warmarama with some lofi beats.
Mosey to the amphitheater where the music heated up for some box jumps up the steps and mirkins at the bottom. Per usual Snuff Underground rules, the song continued without expectation of ending.
Dora with squats, LBCs and monkey humpers until the song changed again.
Mosey to the underground where we faced heartbreak and devastation: the club is now closed. Fenced in with barbed wire. The reverb will return one day, but not today.
Mosey to the wall for some wall work to the beat: wall sits, donkey kicks and running up and down the hill.
Then, it was time for something different. Sitting all together in the amphitheater, watching the sunrise, for a 15-minute Alan Watts-guided mediation about the happening, about thoughts, and about the breath.
Minds clear, mosey back to the flag for COT.
Thanks for being up for something different.
