November 19th, 2016 By Murdock

After waiting for Gump and Google (and giving up) the PAX did a parking lot loop mosey to circle  up for a typical warm-up.   SSHs were had since Gump wasn’t a factor.  Much mumble chatter ensued.

The PAX then moseyed to the upper soccer fields where props were involved.

Frist was a four round belly crawl under ropes combined with a 25 yard lunge walk.  Sprint back to the ropes.  Wash and repeat.

A lap around the soccer field.

Line up for the firing range. A CO2 replica of a Berreta PX4 Storm was busted out. PAX were solicited based on their self assessment of their marksmanship skills.  A hit meant merkins.  A miss meant sprinting across the soccer fieldn and back.  Wash, rinse, repeat.   No merkins were to be had.  None.  Not one.  After a rapid fire exhaustion of the ammunition out of tired frustration… the PAX did another lap of the field.

Line up on the white line.  Outside PAX race to the end of the soccer field.  Left wins means merkins.  Right wins means WWII situps. Continue until the lines are depleated.

Partner up. Size matters.  Or so your wife told me.  Partner wheel barrel acros the soccer field.  Partner pull back.

Bear crawl across the field was in there somewhere.

Tunnel of love the length of the field.  Two lines.   Spread out more.  Come on!  Some pussing out was committed.  Chopper.

The Q suffers a mutiny.

To the hill.  Ladder time.  10 squats x 10 merkins.  Descend by ONE. Until done.

Run to the parking lot for a Peoples’ Marry.

Multiple PAX contributed.  Avalanche sped through something.  Chopper requested Charmin so we could all laugh at Hammer’s lack of flexibility.  Somehow that whole side of the circle was very UnGumby.

Thanks for the privilege.   No lasting injuries.

 

 

Highlands

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