5 took to Red Pill. Temps were 70 and sunny. According to the Karen in the black Ford pick-up, the following might have happened:

Some nutty circle of pain in which F3 trivia was hurled at the Pax. Wrong answers merited burpees. One star. Not recommended.

SSH, IWs, Toy (Ukrainian) soldiers, Hip Circles (new to YHC), and Hillbillies (which weren’t our hillbillies, but YHC digresses).

Pick up your coupon. YHC exchanged his 38 pound ruck-sack for a 32 pound Cindy. YHC’s pal Starbuck’s carried that ruck for almost all of the next 45 minutes, perhaps 40 minutes in total. YHC managed the Cindy for almost as long. Que joder. Monster workout.

Somewhere in there, we each picked exercises. YHC picked duck walk while doing presses with the Cindy over our heads. In retrospect, that was easy. YHC duck walks very, very fast. But, lunges – terrible. Squats – terrible. The other crazy nonsense that was created – terrible. Apparently, this business of walking with a Cindy above the cranium is all called a Zamperini.

Numbers, names, TackleBerry took us out.

Zamperini’s…Coming soon to an AO near you.

20 questions about religion at coffee. YHC asked basically zero of the questions. True story (no one will believe that, but it’s true). These fellas love themselves some Bible talk.