Horngrabler by Alphorn-Grossformation on the radio. Because nothing resonates across the mountainous region of NoToll like traditional Swiss wind instruments. The fields are alive with the sounds of grunting.
7 alpinists enjoyed a Warmarama while musing ‘it’s not not a cult.’ Because the last 2 Tuesdays in a row, anyone walking through Huguenot Park at 5:30a would be very confused.
Mosey around all the fields and returning for our Cindys. Because Last Call loves a good Cindy, you could hear it in his voice. “What the heck?” It was time for some playground beatdown.
Partner 1 with block step ups on the bench while timer ran the playground loop. At least 4 or 5 times each.
Triple check: timer runs the loop while 2nd man hangs from the bars, 3rd man does block curls. DK managed to insult the playlist because it was ‘very mainstream.’ Dagger through the heart.
At the mountain of madness: 11s, 10 mountain climbers at the base, bear crawl up the play hill, calf raises at the top. Every dead body on Everest was once a very motivated person. Then we held canoe with feet hanging out into thin air.
Some block thrusters and squats in the parking lot and it was time.
And yes, L Woods, there was a shovel flag. Gotchu.
COT – prayers for Tin Man and for health and for strength.
And before we all left – a bonus track – DK’s 2.0 with some epic metal screaming on YouTube. The kids are alright.