We Are Checking In Safe for the Blizzard of 2020 at The Hashmark

Braving the snowpocalypse of 2020, 6 (including the Q), count them SIX men showed up to the wet, cold Hashmark.  I rolled in early with Catfight and we joked that if no one else shows up, we are going to Bojangles.  Then Geppetto rolls up…with shorts on.  Cooter, Ron Burgundy and then Kiwi (on two wheels) pulls in.  Well, so much for warm coffee and biscuits.

I was unfamiliar with the Hashmark, but I can tell you, it is probably great if you don’t have buckets of rain then snow before a workout.  We stuck to the main road.

I moseyed the guys towards the golf club house. At intersections we did exercises and talked about warm things.  I guess this is kind of like people stranded on a island do but talk about food instead. Actually Ron Burgundy talked through the entire workout. It made the workout go faster.

At some point, Ron Burgundy was almost mortally injured when a snow flake hit him in the eye.  It was still snowing pretty good by the time we made it to the club house.

We turned around and hit the same intersections and completed more exercises.

We did a mary and everyone groaned as we soaked up water into the last dry spots on our cold wet bodies.

To the flag, forgot to do name-o-rama, didn’t matter cause Kiwi needed to pray so he could get to work.

I am still cold….