AO: POOLER
QiC: _Not Registered
Date: 08/05/2025
Title: NGT
Number of HIMs: 4
Betty Crocker, H.A.L., Honker, Mr. Miyagi
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO stretching, burpees, or laps around the lot
Tha Thang:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's slog?
Thou art more humid and less temperate.
At five thirty sharp, midst fog and barking dog,
We gathered near the Y, to tempt our fate.
Sweet H.A.L., lone ghost, from back lot made his flight,
Two miles and more ere others broke their yawn.
He runs ahead, to dodge a mid-run plight—
The fearsome call of nature, dead and gone
Brave Honker also heard nature's call and strained,
Whilst Miyagi stretched with silent grace.
Then B.C. rolled in, last to stake his claim,
New shoes aloft—his old had lost the race.
The boulevard we tread in molten air,
While Honker prayed the Y’s restroom was near.
COT:
Something about electric vehicles. It was sweaty.
Pledge, Lord's Prayer.