So I made the trek in an unknown car (the wifes) to the Fn####nVille. Didn’t see a USA Flag, but did see two buddies with some rucks hoofing it. I stopped and inquired where the action was and was directed to two frosty autos parked in the gloom. Bartman and Scotty Moe unloaded their rucks and began chatting about the unknown possibilities of where oh where is the ‘Wall Street’. The guys welcomed this person of RESPECTFUL age. Scotty kept checking his watch, talking crap about the non-showing invited and signed up on the calendar Wall Street. The Q………….Not!

Bartman placed a SF.

I agreed after an invitation. (the cool thing to remember is if a person has Q’d, they can Q anywhere). Oh snap, where is ATB? He’s coming. Oh let’s begin with some SALAD. Laughing out loud, ATB drives up with his head outside of his window. At least he showed, having to drive like a dog with head outside the window.

Plank-O-rama without rest, staying in constant isometric positions………Upward Dog, low plank, grave diggers, fatigue kicking in, etc. All the guys took a turn in leading an exercise called out by YHC. WWI’s, WWII’s, Hip-Thrusters, Freddie Mercuries, Osprey movements, the opossum, Flutter kicks, Hello Dollies. Did Scotty Shit in his pants again? When it dries it’ll itch.

These guys love 69. Don’t get too close. We completed from our knees 207 hallelujahs. Scotty Moe then wanted plain old SSH’s to  ” 6 9 “. Sumo Squat traveling around the frost mobile. Retreat to some memorable ‘Butkis’ led by Bartman, then some high flying high knees. In our minds, we sprinted 705 meters with a pair of cheap shoes. Too bad Wall Street brought no cash so we could buy some.

Me bones tell me it is 6:15 and we gathered around to share praises and concerns. Took a blast of a photo and announced next week marks 1 year for the site in Farmville. Giddy Up ENC….

Cold is out. Peace Farmville