Overslept

Overslept

QIC: SGT Schultz

Date: November 12, 2019

PAX: Boomerang (WD), Sassy, Schneider, SGT Schultz, 60 Minutes (WB), Sour Mash, THE Singing Cowboy

When YHC Q’s a workout, it is my standard operating procedure (SOP) not to plan or prepare for the beatdown until the morning of.   I usually get up at about 0400 or so in order to allow sufficient time to braindrizzle (YHC does not have the synaptic capability to brainstorm) an idea for a workout, print out my Weinke(s), load weights and other props into my car, drive out to the AO, and set everything up by 0530.   This SOP has never failed me before until this morning.  For reasons that remain a mystery to me, the alarm on my phone did not go off.  I had set it for 0400 and turned the volume up to “Kill.”  Nevertheless, I woke up at 0515.   I immediately went into panic mode and had to be calmed down by my ever-patient and long suffering M.   She assured me that this was not a big deal and that “Nobody died” (what I usually say when I try to calm others down).  I tried to tell her that the never-ending ribbing and humiliation that I would receive from the PAX would make me wish that I had.

Shaking off the momentary urge to blow it off completely (which would have been unforgivable), I threw on my clothes, grabbed my speaker, and jumped in the car for the 20 minute drive to Southwest Elementary.   I drove there in a semi-safe manner through the rain, arriving in the parking lot at 0540.   The PAX were all awaiting my arrival under the awning of the school bus pick-up/drop-off lane.   YHC received some good-natured mockery from the PAX, but surprisingly far less than I had expected (and deserved).   They had already warmed up and were waiting for some useless idiot to lead them.  That idiot was me.

Not having planned a workout (there wasn’t any time), I sent the PAX off to each grab a cinder block from the pile (along with one for me) and bring it back to the bus line, giving me 45 seconds to try to think of something.   I came up with a Tabata workout that kept everyone dry and actually seemed to be satisfactory and challenging for everyone.

THE THANG:   With 7 PAX in all, each PAX stood next to a post under the awning with their cinder block.   I instructed each PAX to pick an exercise for his respective station.   YHC activated my Tabata timer App on my cellphone, utilizing a 30 second exercise period with a 10 second rest period.  Each PAX performed their exercise for 30 seconds and then moved to the next post/station to their left (with the man on the left end running down to the other end to start anew).   Since there no Weinkes and each PAX had come up with an exercise on the fly, the departing PAX reminded the incoming PAX regarding what the exercise for that station was.   We continued with this first round of exercises until we completed each station twice.   YHC then had each of the PAX come up with a new exercise for their station, and we did the same drill a second time, followed by a third — going through the stations twice each round.

With each PAX coming up with their own exercise for their station on the fly, doing so without coordinating with anyone else, we wound up with some interesting and grueling combinations.   In one instance, we had 3 shoulder exercises in immediate succession — front raises, bus drivers, and Wonderbras.  Crowd Pleaser!   All in all, not too bad for a dumba$$ like Schultzy.

At 0611 we put the cinder blocks away and finished with Mary by committee.

MARY:  Freddy Mercuries and Mutton Crunches.

COT:

• Prayers for Boomerang’s sister as she continues to undergo cancer treatment;
• Prayers for Goofy’s father-in-law, who is undergoing surgery to correct a hole in his heart that he has had all of his life without knowing it
• Prayers successful cataract surgery for Sassy’s Dad
• Prayers for Blue Steel and his family
• YHC took us out in prayer

Despite the Q-Fail on my part, the PAX mercifully voted to allow me to officially count this morning’s impromptu workout as part of my drive for 50 Q’s.  To add to my screw-ups this morning, YHC forgot to conduct a Namearama.

Thanks for the keys, Gucci!!