Gandalf is making me write this backblast. I don't know why, he doesn't write them when he Qs. When I woke up this monring I thought he wasn't the boss of me. But here I am. So now you know, Galdalf is the boss of me. Also - Slice wanted this titled Comeback Shack (I don't know why). Although he has a strong positive influence in my life, he IS NOT the boss of me. RAnGEr started off as irreverantly and irresponsibly as it usually does. Cindy threw an empty bottle at Gitmo, Gitmo yelled A LOT louder than he should have or needed to, I had us do some exercises before we left to elicit a rise form the crowds (which I did), we started running, Cindy broke a big stick loudly on a street sign, and everyone was talking. About nothing. Typical. Also typical at the start, Swiper was farting loudly, Gitmo and Slice showed up with the worst t-shirt-cut-into-tank-tops ever, and Ewok warmed up with his Midweird Six buddy Mr. Bo. No stretching, no hydrating, and certinaly no shovelflag. Now here is what I don't understand. This workout has been in existince for 15 years. 15 years! There are only so many 4-5 mile routes from the same location to go. Today I selected a 4.2 mile route around the stadium, down 12th St., to the supine bars, up the hill, to the (old) Dixies park, Muthaship, dips at the Castle, and home. I mean, where else do you want to go? Anyway, where was I? I did elicit feedback via text message and received some. As follows. Apparently there was a conversation about how everything in the world is now only for rich people (I did not hear said conversation nor do II understand it. After all there is still Pepsi), but it sounds like a conversation that may have been had. There was a question of why KGB was there. I don't know, this is all new. My guess is that he needs some fast running and dislexic mumblechatter in his life. Ok, moving on. Gitmo was somewhat subdued this morning. Very few, if any, inapppropriately loud outbursts. Someone check his supply of uppers please. He did report that his family is doing well and work is very busy, but managemable (we often have civil, personal side-conversations to check in with one another. It's what F3 is all about). We did manage to temporarily drop Prime Time, Gitmo, and Galdalf. I am not sure of it is because they don't know where Dixies Tavern used to be (sad), or they don't listen (I'm guessing a little from column A and a little from column B). They did miss some crappy exercises and a lazy lap around the park. Oh, and Cindy reminiscing about that one drunken night at Dixies long ago when he kissed a boy. They eventually found us. Thank goodness. And don;t worry, CIndy will tell the story again next week. Alright. Let's move on to COT. Does anyone know whay Gorialla Mask will not embrace his name? Spare Change? That isn't your name. Cindy issued one final warning. One more name infraction and back to Wilmington you go. I say let him keep working at the bank, for that is punishment enough. There was a secret conversation regarding Uncle Tony post-COT by the Ranger steering committte. There are those who say it is over. Caput. And others who are, well, talking about it in July. We shall see. And finally. I don't know why any of us keep coming to this workout. What itch, exactly, does this scratch? Methinks we are afraid what would happen if nobody showed up. Would the world be a better or a worse place without it. For those of us who are usually there, we know the answer. The world would be much, much better off without it. See you next week.
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