Even Noonan insulted me

I like to think I’m a fairly popular fellow. I think people like it when I show up at hump day happy hour or when I show up for a bike ride like yesterday or when I just pop into somebody’s living room in the middle of the night drink their bourbon and watch Netflix. Most of the time people are happy to see me. But today was not one of those times. It didn’t start off that way because we started with the standard. Actually before the standard I sent charcoal up as an advance Scout to hold on to the temple for us at AG so we didn’t have to worry about rain. Quickly after that we grabbed our kettlebells headed up to the temple and did the standard. Yes those chuckleheads from split ends were there but they quickly disappeared. I’m not saying that they were scared but coach was giving them that look that I’ve seen him give me before when I’m  refereeing a football game and it’ll make you move that’s for damn sure.

I had a really simple plan for the workout– you and your partner doing 100 of each Renegade row squat press triceps extensions two Bell full squat two Bell press single leg deadlift hammer curls cleans protractor and snatch. If you weren’t doing an exercise you were running down to the parking lot and back. Nobody completely finished but just about everybody got darn close to the final exercise and  before time was called. It was hard but every thing was as it should be.

Except for the comments that I got. I counted 1632 f*** you s 342 I hate you 972 motherfukers and 347 I think you’re an a******. And then to make everything worse in CoT Noonan took my defined eight-by-ten printed on heavy stock workout sheets I handed out wadded it up and threw it at me. This is a guy who will spend the rest of his day determining whether or not a door knob is Jeffersonian and has the artistic capability to create magnificence  out of what is basically a third of an acre. So he’s an artist and he’s throwing wads of paper at me.

I’m going to end this back blast  now because it’s time for me to go cry.

But before that a couple of observations. I’m pretty sure that WhatDid is the character upon which Jason Bourne movies are based. I don’t know if he’s part of blackbriar or treadstone but when I was barely running he was running carrying his kettlebell and wearing a ruck. That definitely makes him a super agent. Paddington came back for another round which surprised me. I really thought he was coming just to get Grizzly off of his back from some type of Thanksgiving Day commitment he made but he came back and gave it his all. Charcoal and Skoal Bandit were the initiators of the foul language. I plan to have documentation of this written up and sent to the home office shortly. I got to work out with sunshine and he was nothing but positive. But there’s only one sunshine. Hey I still had a good time and I hope I see every one of you at Diamond Head again. But I think you should all bring me presents since  you were so mean to me.