Facing unrelenting peer pressure, plus an anonymous PAX signing him up to Q, Pierogi took the reigns and led us. An FNG came along for the ride. Here’s what happened.
Mosey to the parking lot across from the dog park. Disclaimers provided, sufficient to cause even the most litigious personal injury attorney to pass on a case. Cadence is counted differently, apparently, depending on your country of origin, but the faithful PAX followed Pierogi into parts unknown.
SSHs, dead man hang, arm circles, merkins, LBCs, Roscoe’s mom.
Mosey to the tennis courts. Four corners, Polish style.
Corner one: 5 merkins. Corner two: 5 merkins and 10 squats, return to corner one for 5 merkins. Corner three: 5 merkins, 10 squats, 15 heels to heaven. Back to corners 2 and 1. Basically prostitute style, but with cumulative exercises. Corner four: 5 merkins, 10 squats, 15 heels to heaven, 20 LBCs.
Pierogi didn’t write this backblast, so he will have to settle for my poor recollection of his deeds. We did a bunch of stuff in the big parking lot: sprints, merkins, LBCs, lunge walks, side shuffles. Different, in good way.
Concessions stand next. Some stretches for our burning legs, then three rounds of 10 donkey kicks. One minute people’s chair, quick rest, and mosey BTTF.
A quick stretch at the flag and time called.
Names, numbers, announcements.
FNG David found us online and self radicalized after listening to some Dark Helmet podcasts. He hung in there. A friendly dude, he’s on the carnivore diet and lost forty pounds over the last year. Even more weight over the last couple of years. He bears a striking resemblance, mostly his hair and beard, to Michael McDonald. And so he was named Michael McDonald. YHC was sad to see most of the PAX unfamiliar with who Michael McDonald is.
We all enjoyed Pierogi’s beat down. Variety keeps things interesting, and many hands, e.g. many PAX willing to Q, make for light work.