Unbelievable

Unbelievable.

The Cubs won the World Series for the first time in 108 years. That’s believable.

The game went to extra innings, including a 17 minute rain delay prior to the 10th inning. That’s believable.

My blood pressure has never been higher in my entire life. That’s believable.

I legitimately shed real tears watching David Ross get picked up by his teammates after his interview and carried around the field like a hero. That’s believable.

I stayed up until 1:15am watching the game and post-game, knowing that I had the Q the next morning. That’s believable.

I watched all 7 games of the series. I even predicted it would go to 7 games after Game 2. That’s believable.

That was the BEST baseball game I have EVER watched in my entire life. That’s believable.

My baby woke up at 3:15am to feed, cutting into my limited sleep time potential. That’s believable.

My family’s group text was absolutely lit last night/this morning. That’s believable.

I have spent somewhere between 2 – 4 hours watching highlights, replays, videos of Wrigleyville after the win, etc. That’s believable.

I was ten minutes early to B.O. this morning. That’s absolutely $%^&(* UNBELIEVABLE.

13 PAX came out on an unseasonably warm Cary morning to do work. YHCs watch evidently runs three minutes slow (believable) so we got off to a slightly later start than we should have. “Bad Q! You go to your room and think about what you’ve done!”

WARM UP

Jog over to the Bank and circle up for:

• Merkins x 20
• Good morning x 10
• Imperial Walker x 15
• Cotton pickers x 10
• Burpees x 10 [b/c of a smartass remark from Riptide (believable)]

THE THANG

Run to the rock pile by Harrison Ave. Circle up, count off in 1s and 2s, the break out for:

• 1s curls AMRAP; 2s bear crawl to end of lot, crabwalk back; flapjack
• Relocate to church lot b/c yoga or something like that
• 1s Tricep ext; 2s paint the lines and jog back; flapjack
• 1s Rock press; 2s Seven parking space suicides; flapjack
• Wait for yet another truck driving around the parking lot to vacate our space
• 1s Rock Rows; 2s broad jump to end of lot, lunge walk back; flapjack
• Do a set of curls with everyone to recover, bring rocks back

Indian run all the way to the Performing Arts Center, line up in your groups for some agility work:

• Bunny hop up steps x 3 times, spider monkey down railing
• Quick feet up the steps x 3, lunge walk down the ramps
• Double-step bunny hop x 3, squat hold at bottom
• Hop 2 steps, back down one x 3, plank at bottom
• Triple-step bunny hop x 3, squat at bottom

Indian run back to the church, dodging cars and buses, finishing with a Billy Run to my car. Hit your six for:

MARY

Next exercise is…CAR!! Unbelievable. Relocate to courtyard for:

• LBCs x 20
• Cubby Hammers x 20 (make a W with your hands and twist…YHC checked around the circle to make sure the form was correct. Everyone did quite well)
• Hey Dolly x 20

COT

• Count-o-rama: 13 pax, 2 RESPECTS, 11 mehs
• Name-o-rama: still 13 (believable)
• Announcements: Neighbor to Neighbor dinner tonight! Details of CARPEx Christmas Party coming soon.
• Prayers: Cheese’s friends(?) as they mourn the loss of their 6 month old, Praises for Pergo’s baby

NMS

• What was the deal with all the freaking traffic this morning? That was unbelievable. I mean, we even relocated multiple times and folks still found a way to screw up my flow.
• Planning a Q on the fly with 3 hours of sleep is believable. That I remembered 13 names is unbelievable.
• SABAN MEMORIZED 32 NAMES YESTERDAY. That’s nutz.
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• Sorry, fell asleep on the keyboard.
• The headache I have at this moment is absolutely unbelievable.
• Khakis learned a lesson today. He tried to catch Largemouth on the Billy Run. He didn’t catch him. It’s nearly impossible to catch him. That’s believable.
• The Mafia was slow-rolling past the church while we did Mary and COT. They even doubled back for a second look. For a second my mind wandered and I considered what I would do if the window rolled down and an AK started spraying bullets in our direction. I decided I would just stand up, walk slowly toward the SUV, taking bullets to the chest to shield my fellow PAX in the process. Upon reaching the vehicle, I would grab the barrel of the AK and twist it on shear strength, thus stopping the bullet spray. Then I would grab the shooter’s throat, aggressively pull him out through the window of the SUV, then repeatedly reprimand him…with my fists…until he cried out for mercy. I would look down on him with pity before leaning down and whispering something in his ear that, to him, was so incredibly vile and scary that he would run home as fast as he could, pack a bag, and fly to a remote third-world country to avoid whatever kiss-of-death I had just imposed on him and his family. With him out of the way, I would stare at each one of my bullet wounds until the bullets themselves felt intimidated enough to work their way back out of my body, dropping softly to the blood-stained ground. After the last bullet removed itself from my body, I would then stare at each open wound until my flesh decided to heal itself before my eyes. Then I would sit back down in the middle of the circle and continue our set of Hello Dolly.
• What’s that you say? That’s impossible?
• The Cubbies won the World Series. So yeah, bro. Anything is possible. That’s believable.
• When I was writing out the PAX list, I stared at it for nearly 10 minutes trying to figure out who the 13th guy was. Turns out, it was me.
• Did y’all notice how I didn’t do SSH in the warm up?
• There’s no significance to that. I just didn’t want to do them.
• Do you think mafia member’s have feelings? Do you think they scare easily?
• Man…time has NOT been kind to Bill Murray.
• Eddie Vedder on the other hand?
• So…get this. Bill Murray sang “Take me out to the Ballgame” during the 7th inning stretch in Game 3 of the World Series. The Cubs promptly went on to lose that game and the next one to go down 3-1 on the series and on the brink of elimination. Eddie Vedder sang “Take me out to the Ballgame” in Game 5, and the Cubs effed around and won the next three games and the World Series.
• What am I getting at here?
• Bill Murray is the worst. Eddie Vedder is the best.
• Did anyone see Bill Murray sing that 7th inning stretch as Daffy Duck? Are you serious? Are we 8 years old?
• He’s the worst.
• I get it, he used to be very funny. He was delightful in classics like Ghostbusters and Caddy Shack. But he’s washed up now.
• If you need proof, THE DUDE SANG “TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME” AS DAFFY DUCK!
• That’s incredibly stupid. I blame him for Games 3 and 4. I credit Games 5 -7 to Eddie Vedder saving us from another 108 years of fruitless labor.
• Speaking of that, I would absolutely rather be in labor right now than have to listen to Bill Murray sing “Take me out to the Ballgame” as Daffy Duck.
• Khakis learned a lesson today. He tried to catch Largemouth on the Billy Run. He didn’t catch him. It’s nearly impossible to catch him. That’s believable.
• Wait…I already said that?
• Oh.
• My bad.
• I should go.

Thanks for the opportunity to lead. And to vent about Bill Murray and how incredibly washed he is.

Callahan