Everybody has a really really bad dream. Like a terrifying one. For many, it is the old showing up for a test at school that you forgot about. Or being in your underwear in public. For me, my nightmare is that no one shows up for the workout I am ready to Q.
My nightmare happened Tuesday.
Well, not exactly…I mean, the F3 regulars were there. But, for the first time, no one from the Uptown Men’s Shelter posted. I anticipate that Slaughter is giggling to himself since he wasn’t there. He assumes if he had been there, the guys would have come out in droves. He thinks it is his magnetic personality, but it’s really the Brut by Faberge. It’s magnetic, you know…
Anyhow, we did have a workout. We ran, and did Blimps. Burpees, Lunges, Imperial walkers, merkins, plank jacks and sprints. And we ran up and down hills. Then, we did some funky ab stuff using a chain link fence. It was pretty cool.
Wait a minute.. I know what it was. It wasn’t the absence of Slaughter. It was the tunes!! My phone was being repaired and we had no music. If we had one of my epic playlists, all would have been different.
It wasn’t as cold as it was. I mean it was cold, but it didn’t feel that way. I think it was the running. Had to be the running.
Weather should be warmer next week. let’s see what happens then.