Did you ever have one of those days when everything goes just right? The stars align, the planets shift, the M smiles and says, sure! Your coffee stays hot all the way to the bottom of the cup. You remember your mask every time you get out of your car. Yeah, that kind of day.
Well, it sure as hell wasn’t one of those the last 24 hours.
VW and DRM put a magnificent beatdown on the ALS pax on Tuesday and Blue Tornado, thinking that old DRM needs a rest, offers to switch Q’s for Meltdown this week for next. Big mistake here by one of us. After advising Blue that the Q was covered and there was no need to switch, DRM put the time in on Wednesday afternoon to develop the perfect modified Hippie Hill special edition Meltdown workout plan. Then DRM checks the weather. Some sort of tropical wind/rain hurricane remnant sale event pops up and winds gusts of 50 mph are predicted in the am. This is the initial warning that things are not going to go according to plan. With a literal $hit$torm predicted DRM accepts that it might not be the best idea to go romping around Freedom Park in the gloom. So DRM sits down and pops out another plan for the Meltdown pax. Of course this requires a new playlist as well. Genius work takes time and now its way past nine pm, aka bedtime. And Rev’s love note pops up on Twitter making DRM look like the “rhymes with stick bed” he is. Old Mr. Turd Cutter loves to slander his elders. Distracted after a few witty retorts the phone and DRM hit the sack.
Now DRM subscribes to the “no poop no post” #NPNP philosophy of life. Normal routine is an 0445 wakeup on F3 days which allows adequate time for life’s basic necessities, some stretches for the old guys back and a timely arrival at the AO.
At some point during all this DRM realizes that the weather checked the night before was for Greenville, SC. The big storm wasn't going to hit CLT until after the workout. Drats. Too late to turn back to Hippie Hill, but just another nail in the it ain’t going right coffin.
Back to #NPNP. Nail number three was that DRM failed to update the alarm for an F3 day. When the old clock in the Great Room hit five chimes, DRM knew he was late for the ball, sat straight up and jumped out of the bed. Overslept!! Crap…or to be honest no crap. Even the M knew this was not good. Dressed and out the door in a flash risking all that he holds precious.
DRM arrives to the AO with moments to spare. First thing he sees is Rev, his pants on but in the fully exposed here's Mr Turd Cutter position. Now this is disturbing most any time but on a morning when the #NPNP policy has been abandoned, it's enough to make you pause and clench up just a notch. Not sure if he’s stretching or just sending DRM a message. Maybe he’s bragging. Never know with Rev. On top of that Grizz, F3 Metro Nantan shows up to audit what goes on over at Core. Nail four and five. Hate he missed the Hippie Hill Special. Maybe next time.