First of all, YHC must profusely apologize for forgetting 5 PAX.  Hopped up on Sudafed for the pollen, the early hour, and the brisk temperature all combined for the perfect storm of cerebral shutdown.

21 PAX converged to partake in testosterone-fueled competition.  Divided into 2 teams we learned it pays to be a winner and second place is first loser.  In a series of team competition winners got to chill in front leaning rest (e.g., plank) while losers did exercises.  In one competition Snots mocked YHC’s non-fleet of foot running. Snots, Mr. Brady has a long memory and vengeance shall be mine.

Finished out in non-competitive overhead presses, bent over rows, and curls with rocks.  After all, beach season is nigh upon us and when sun’s out, guns are out.

Finished strong with Mary of flutters, LBCs, and ring o’ fire with planks.

Name o’rama, Ball of Man, and COT, followers by prayers.