Your wife wants you to have a six pack. Unfortunately, most of us say “OK” and head to the store to pick up some of that fine local beer that just medaled at the Great American Beer Festival. Not exactly what she had in mind, pal. For 15 lucky men, we helped correct that this morning.
Thang: Wait for Grease to tie his shoes, then jog/backwards jog to the Library for SSH, penalty burpees (Ollie), imperial walkers, hillbillies, good mornings, plank-o-rama, LBCs, Freddie mercuries, Hello Dolly!, burpees, Superman-o-rama, merkins. Head up the street for 10x100s with 15 count of a core exercise of your choice (#freedtolead). Head to the one grassy spot left in downtown Cary for Mahktar Ndiayes. Return to AO for 11s of merkins and WWII sit ups. Smattering of six inch holds, squats, and plank it outs mixed in for fun.
Continued prayers for Sputnik and his family, M. Chinese Downhill as she heads into knee surgery, Brother Flip Flop as he continues to heal, and all the folks suffering from Hurricane Matthew.
