Cooter likes long sausages

Field of Dreams is starting to feel like Field of Dreams again as Western Park is slowing getting back to normal after the Hurricane.  We gathered in the back parking lot and counted down from three minutes to our hard start.  Mission, disclaimer, and a note about paying attention to form on each exercise this morning.

Warmarama – 15 side straddle hops IC, 15 cotton pickers IC, 15 sun Gods forward and reverse IC (while watching Cheech arrive late).  He even went back to his truck after moseying toward the PAX.  Three burpees for his late arrival this morning.

Thang 1 – mosey to tennis courts for merkin suicides (stop at each line on the three courts for 5 merkins (hold the last one down for 5 count)

Thang 2 – mosey across field to the “hill” behind the fire station.  Partner up (somehow we ended up with three teams of three) so partner one and two did the exercises while partner three ran backwards up the hill, stopped at one fence line or the other depending on who you listened to and then bear crawled back down.

Thang 3 – mosey to the front of the fire station (3 burpees for Cheech) and then over to the “hill” in Marsh Harbor.  Elevens from the stop sign to the speed bump (hand release merkins and world war one’s).

We moseyed through Marsh Harbor stopping at each intersection for PAX choice, and three burpees each time for Cheech.  For some reason when we got close to my house the mumble chatter started about breakfast being ready for everyone when we got there.  It ranged from eggs, to coffee, to bloody Mary’s, and somehow the fact that Cooter likes really long sausages came up.  You never know what you are going to learn when you spend an hour with Carterico’s finest.

We made it back to the flag with a few minutes left for Mary, signature moves as Birdman led Birdman crunches and CP led Superman’s.

Announcement, prayers (extended talk about how painful it is when a doctor has to go in for a kidney stone)  Thanks to Dash 8 for me never drinking tea from Bojangles ever again.  Then Cooter, with his really, really, fancy pants took us out with a heartfelt prayer.

Thanks for trusting me with another fine Saturday Lunchbox!  We missed all those that couldn’t make it out today.