YHC spent the weekend sick in bed but couldn’t not share the latest playlist with 12 of his favorite ramblers. In the famous words of Townes van Zandt, “it’s easier than just waitin’ around to die.”
Slow mosey Sturgill Simpson style to the back lot and around. Tuesday’s Gone: 7 minutes of OYO warmups threw the PAX into chaos because as Rosie said “I came here to be told what to do.” Mumble chatter was in full effect.
Count off the wrong triple check numbers, it was approximately a quadruple check but with 3 exercises. YHC didn’t sleep from coughing too much but that’s no excuse. Pole smokers, jump squats, run the loop while Johnny Cash sings ‘The man comes around.’
Mosey to the bleachers were a couple more attempts at counting were made until we got it right. Step ups, timer runs the field, and shoulder taps.
A beautiful interlude with Nancy Sinatra. Every ‘bang’ was a burpee. Bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang I hit the ground, bang bang my burpee shot me down.
Mosey all the way around the field and back towards to the court – stop to pay the toll. Couldn’t seem to tell the difference between incline and decline mirkins. The toll accepts all tender.
Suicide bears on the basketball court with some jump squats and flutters for the 6. Ab Mary until the last song.
End with a special musical COT: Don’t nobody know my troubles but God.