Best Beatdown Ever

Preamble:

The truck said it was 27 out. Not happy about crawling out of a warm bed to load up cinders. But managed to get the Sweatwagon to the square and make it bag to the “flag” just in time. At 0629 its just YHC alone in the gloom. With seconds remaining here comes Squeegee. This is my best recollection of what followed.

Warm-O-Rama:

GM: Dude… It’s 6:30. You just prevented me from going back to a nice warm bed.

Squeegee: I can’t find my other glove. I’m sure I had it here when I left the house.

GM: You can’t work out without a glove. Seriously there is a pile of frozen cinders down the road. I wouldn’t recommend it.

Approx 3 minutes passes while still searching for a glove. I did one Merkin while waiting.

Squeegee: I can’t find it.

GM: Do you know how upset Aflac would be right now?

GM: We could just go get coffee.

Squeegee: Is anyplace open?

GM: No.

Squeegee: Want to run?

GM: No

Squeegee: Want to just go home and have coffee?

GM: Alright. I’m going back to bed.

At least I moseyed back to the truck.