It took 4 men to fill the gaping hole left when Dig ‘Em had to bow out from Qing the Box this week. And so, Bagger announced we’d chop the Box into 4-15 minute Q’s.

Q1: The King of Lizards warmed us up. I don’t remember the movements because we were all so struck by the creamy smoothness of his legs. Even he seemed to be a bit bashful about it. Still, he eventually got us over to 11’s (LBC’s at the bottom and dips at the top).

Q2: Like a diva making elaborate wardrobe changes mid-concert, Bagger had to set up cones and run around for a while before we got to it. I can’t remember all the details because we were all so struck by the depth of his rage. There were bear crawls, squats, sprints, burpees, situps, murkins and other things in there. It was a sweaty jumble.

Q3: YHC, always one to let the fates decide, whipped out a new deck of F3 cards. After promptly dropping them, we did 15ish one minute segments of alternating running and core/ab work. I can’t remember all the details because we were all so struck my lack of creativity and utter lack of fitness (first BD back after 2 weeks).

Q4: With no coordination among the first 3 Q’s, there was literally not a single exercise left for poor Honey Britches when his turn came. He resorted to lunge walks, squats walks and some sprinting. It was a desperate attempt at filling the last 15 minutes. I don’t recall all that happened, since we were all so struck by his lack of mercy (don’t all BD’s end with a couple minutes of Mary).

COT: Narco, weary from the making of 22nd anniversary love, extolled us to “got off your ass” as the secret to marital bliss. This seemed especially impressed YHC’s 2.0 Checkers. Prayers for Grylls as he continues working through family challenges. Scarlet appeared,  just as the coffee was being poured, to return a missing glove.

If was a glorious, humid morning, dripping with chaos, sweat, chatter and love.