Stack The Deck

Preamble:

Given

Warm-O-Rama:

Mosey to the Bakery Side of the parking lot – Some HIgh Knee’s and Butt Kickers on the way over.

SSH

Windmill

Weedpickers

Shoulder Presses

Michael Phelps

Moroccan Nightclub

The Thang:

Our workout with the F3 deck of cards was like playing a game of chance with our muscles. For 35 minutes, we let fate (or rather, the cards) decide our fate. With each turn, we were dealt a number and a suit, and the corresponding exercise was our destiny. Burpees? Check. Squats? You bet. And of course, plenty of Merkins– we must have gone through half a deck’s worth. Everyone thought I stacked the deck there were so many different merkins. It turned into chest day with some running in between. It was a true test of endurance and strength, but also a refreshing break from the monotony of a usual workout routine. Plus, there was a certain thrill in not knowing what was coming next. Who needs a personal trainer when you’ve got a deck of cards?

COT:

I forgot to announce that we will help Mary Lynn Evans this weekend spread some mulch and pine straw. She is the widow of our F3 brother Ready-Mix who lost his life last year in a tragic skiing accident.

Praise for Popper and his father son Boy Scout trip with some other dads from his troop.

Safe Travels

CSAUP this Friday night

Naked-Man Moleskin:

Always an honor to lead these men!