Overcast and cool, with rain threatening but only a few errant sprankles.

One minute warning / disclaimer

WARM UP

20 SSH IC / 20 Cut da Grasses IC / 20 MC IC

WORK

Tote coupons (all of them – some grabbed two and others took one) to bottom of Chuck’s Hill.

Farmer carry coupon(s) to top – 30 burpees

Farmer carry coupon(s) to bottom – 50 LBCs

***rinse and repeat, decreasing excercises by 5 and alternating between one and two coupon carries***

…time called at 0550 to schlep the coups back to the woods…

ANNOUNCEMENTS – Everybody wear bright colors to Tuesday’s boot camps in memory of Faye Swetlik, the 6 year old girl that was tragically murdered in Columbia.

PRAYER REQUESTS – None spoken.

NMM

-Happy birthday Encinoman. Burpees seemed to be a practical gift.

-A lot of mumblechatter from the onset of the onslaught. A few insults hurled my way as we passed each other on Chuck’s Hill. Only at an F3 bootcamp are comments such as “you’re out of your mind” and “I know where you live” compliments of the highest grade. Second only to violent upchucking.

-The resonance and timbre of flatulence maketh not the man, despite what Blu says. But if it does, he’s a man’s man. Motivation to get up the hill quicker before your skin melts off.

-Overall, we covered more than a mile with coupons in tow. It was a little like building the pyramids, except we didn’t have anything to show for it when we were done except regret and sore foreams. Sorearms, if you will.

-Terrapin is 6 coupons heavier thanks to Southern Belle and Mary Anne. I couldn’t have helped load them back in their vehicles, anyway, so it worked out for the best.

-Let me be the first to make the Scary Movie 2 butler reference (see “take my strong hand”) regarding our gnarled claw-like hands after a grip strength-heavy workout. I’m having to type this with my nose. Ish herdr tjan itt louks.

Respectfully yours,

Inspector

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