The warm-up
At approximately 0535, Goose and YHC blissfully and ignorantly blew through the intersection of High House road instead of turning toward Bond Park and the Shakin’ Not Stirred Wednesday workout. On auto-pilot, we continued on toward Apex Community Park as if it was Monday, neither one of us having enough caffeine to realize we were going in the wrong direction.
The Thang:
As we were turning onto Laura Duncan, YHC’s synapses sprung to life and formed the thought (which nanoseconds later became audible words): “Where the HELL are we going?” After waiting an eternity for the light to turn (actually, we didn’t wait and turned left on red (don’t judge me), we proceeded back toward Cary Parkway the long way. At this point, it is 0541 and the realization sinks in that we will in no way make it to the workout on time. So, as we approached Apex Community Park we had two options:
- Stop and do our own workout at the park
- Continue on to Bond Park and accept the ridicule
Actually a third choice would have been to turn around, go home, and pinkie swear not to ever speak of this again. But we chose option 2 and bravely proceeded to Bond Park, where an unusually large number of cars was parked. The dread grew. As we ran into the gloom in search of the PAX, we heard the unmistakable voice of Burt counting out Mountain Climbers. The dread grew even more. Yet we followed his melodious tones to find the PAX just in time for some little man jumping jacks and burpees…and endless harassment which will no doubt be recorded for posterity in the Shakin’ Not Stirred backblast.
COT
Count-o-rama – 2
Name-o-rama – 2 no-respects
Announcements: we suck
Prayer requests – Ma Bell and Goose prayed not to be mercilessly harassed at Shakin’ Not Stirred
