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Playlist for The Gathering Whipping Post – Allman Brothers 1969 (5:18) Flirtin’ With Disaster – Molly Hatchet 1979 (4:58) Playlist for The Thang Whole Lotta Rosie – AC/DC 1977 (5:32) Merkins x 21 IC = 42 (Rosie’s chest measurements) SSH x 19 IC +1 OYO = 29 (Rosie’s waste) Rosalita x 28 IC = 56 (Rosie’s hips) As the song says, “she’s a whole lotta woman” Rock & Roll Band – Boston 1976 (2:59) [Read More]

Monday night, the un-word “covfefe” was introduced to the world. “What does it mean?” asked the world. Spicey says he knows what it means. OK, Sean, whatever you say bruh. Well, 16 top gun flight commanders cracked the code here at Danger Zone. As 13 of us stretched and exchanged pleasantries, 0545 struck. 3 more PAX came tires a’squealin into the parking lot about that time. Sorry boys, we start on time here in CarPex. [Read More]

Eagerly anticipating my VQ, I awoke at 4am and couldn’t go back to sleep. Birthday VQ, co-Q with Ma Bell, our illustrious Nan Tan. Rolled in to Bond Park about 15 minutes early to setup cones for the workout in the parking lot; realizing I could just of used the parking lots lines instead. Live and learn. Already waiting for mumblechatter regarding what the cones were for. Got my rocks set up and placed a record sized Weinke under said rocks. [Read More]

2 fresh, clean, bright, pink head bands provided by Bert. Hey do you know who signed up to Q? Really? Hey do you want to do it? No, I got it. Does anyone know what time it is? Thanks Smokey. 2 Minute Warning, 45 Second Warning… Disclaimer was given for 2 FNGs. Jog around pickle, circle up for warmup- SSH, GM, Hill Billies, Merkins, Mtn Climbers Run to bridge, inverted sunrise to wait for the six. [Read More]

The temperature was perfect. The blue sky was bright with sunshine creeping over the treetops. YHC walked slowly toward the typical gathering spot, catching the bizarre yet strangely comforting sounds of MGMT blaring from someone’s car stereo. It was deja vu. -—- Three years ago on a Saturday around 7:58AM, I found myself questioning many of my recent life decisions while trying to vomit as quietly as possible into a pond so that no one else would see or hear me while they did this thing they called “Mary”. [Read More]

Fifteen PAX gathered in the ever-brightening gloom at Carpex’s oldest AO this morning. Based on his job gallivanting across Europe, YHC decided some extra core and lower body work was needed to get the PAX ready for the Speedos they will obviously be wearing at the beaches this summer in the European style. After some Burt mumble chatter about the Nan’tan’s lack of knowledge about Apalachicola oysters, the PAX set off on a customary opening jog around the pickle and a brief standard suite of warm up exercises along with 10 penalty burpees for a tardy Smoky. [Read More]

For the PAX that thought they might squeeze in a leisurely extra workout or two before Memorial Day, there was no leisure to be found. It’s officially swimsuit season and YHC wanted the PAX in their best shape. If you’re wondering if the season has started due to warmer weather or the torrential downpours, yes. Regardless, there was enough of a break for 21 PAX, including one FNG, to receive a thorough beatdown [Read More]

Only 9 PAX gathered post Beer Mile. What happened to the 140 PAX from last week?!?! The pollsters told YHC that we would have at least 150-160. The pollsters never get it wrong. I mean YHC didn’t even go to BO or BH on Thursday to campaign, thought there was no need. 150 in the bag for sure. Not Mantan tho, he predicted low numbers and no Burt. YHC prefers quality over quantity, however the king of mumble chatter was alive and well - rolling in, windows down, 2000 era hits turnt up to 11. [Read More]

NMS You may think YHC is suffering from the winner’s dilemma: coming off a glorious victory and having to immediately ante back up. He’s spent all his physical, mental, and emotional energy just having been the greatest ever. He bottled lightning, there is no way to follow that. The people want more, the game is on the line, but his knees are weak, palms sweaty, and he’s wondering what in the hell he has left to give. [Read More]

23 men embraced the gloom this morning to join in a birthday celebration at Bounty Hunters. YHC must first apologize to the white Lexus SUV that was forced off of the road this a.m. and to the fine police force of Apex as a calculated and skillful pass was performed on the double yellow lines of our very safe downtown area. YHC then arrived on 2 wheels, responsibly parked my truck in front of a fire hydrant, and jumped out to give the 1 minute announcement. [Read More]