Flo’s bad dream

Preamble:

Flo had a bad dream Tuesday night. In it, per his name on the Q sheet for 3/10, he showed up to Q Wednesday morning at The Hooch. But for inexplicable reasons, in this dream Flo was invisible and inaudible!

When 5:30 rolled in, the PAX looked around, and no Flo. “Here I am!” he shouted, invisible arms flailing wildly. Popper shrugged and volunteered to impromp-Q. “No really guys, stop joking around”, said Flo, audible to none but himself.

Popper gave the disclaimer and the PAX were off. Flo could not believe it. He chased after the group, hoping at some point this invisibility curse would wear off.

Warm-O-Rama:

Long mosey around the parking lot with high knees, butt kickers, side shuffles 2x, and Bernie. End at old Hurricanes / new bakery. Circle up. Flo called out arm circles but no one heard him. Popper called out SSH, Weed Picker, Windmill, and Kevin Millers and the PAX got warm.

The Thang:

Mosey to the Perimeter chapel parking lot. Line up and traverse the parking lot via broad jumps and bear crawls, alternating every island. That’ll put you out of breath in no time. Flo tried calling a 10-count but no one heard him. The PAX moseyed to the pond patio.

Partner up for Dora. Flo couldn’t manage to get anyone to partner with him, so he tagged along with the Popper / Wingnut duo, though his reps were not counted. One partner moseys around the pond path, while the other partner does reps, then switch. Cumulative rep targets:

• 100 burpees
• 200 Bonnie Blairs, alpha-count (some mumble chatter on this point)
• 300 LBCs

PAX completed the Dora, then a little more fun IC with dips ‘n derkins.

Indian run back to the flag. Flo’s turn to run never came.

Back at the flag, the PAX circled up for Doomsday clock, in which the PAX registered 341 strong pushups, with Boomer winning gold and Feathers silver. Flo claimed he won platinum but no one heard him.

Enough time for flutter kicks and more merkins for Mary.

COT:

Praises for new opportunities and prayers for remembrance of loved ones.

Naked-Man Moleskin:

At 7:06am, a startled Flo darted awake at home in his comfy, cozy bed, with a shout of surprise. “Where am I?!” His M asked if everything was ok. “Wait, you can see me? And hear me?” She looked at him askance. “Whew!” cried Flo, a victim of the fartsack, but a visible one at least.