4 PAX showed up to celebrate the Q’s 42nd trip around the sun: Broadway, Doolittle, Big Rig, and Choo Choo (who apparently relocated from New Kent just for the suffering).
Warmarama:
42 Side Straddle Hops (because birthday math),
6 Don Quixotes,
9 Ukrainian Soldiers,
42 Oblique LBCs (21 each side… still counts at 42, trust me).
The Thang (Birthday Edition):
2 rounds of:
6 Burpees (one for each poor life choice)
9 Lieutenant Dans (lunge, lunge, midlife reflection)
42 Merkins (because subtlety is overrated)
1984 meter run (~1.25 miles, calculated using elite 42-year-old brainpower)
Round 1: “Happy Birthday, this is fun.”
Round 2: “Why is he like this at 42?”
Mary (aka: Lower Back Appreciation Hour):
69 Baby!
Row Your Boat
69 Arm Circles in boat hold (shoulders filed for retirement)
69 American Hammers w/ escalating WWII situps (history hurts)
69 Dead Bugs w/ escalating V-Ups (coordination officially 41 years old and declining)
Mumblechatter:
Footwear, foot doctors, and heartburn… because nothing says “birthday Q” like comparing orthotics and antacids. We didn’t talk about getting older—we demonstrated it.
COT Nugget (Broadway bringing wisdom):
Pray for healing—even when it seems impossible. God still works miracles, and those moments build real faith.
Final Thought:
At 42 years old, Q proved you can still lead from the front… even if everything creaks when you stand up afterward.
Strong work by all. Huge thanks to the PAX for coming to my Bday Q!🎂💪