For starters, I had a plan. That's what you really need to know--I had a plan. I put my plan together using the fineste in B.F. Skinner methodology. I mean, I see the pax as Rats in my maze so it didn't take a whole lot of effort to come up with a plan that emphasized the principles of behavior modification. Here's how the whole Psychology experiment went down:
Fist the standard--because thats what you need first in any experiment. Ya gotta have stanards.
A little stretchy stretchy stuff while we waited for the fellas to finish chapel. Then mosey to the parking lot by one of those bougie gen whatever office buildings that used to be an asbestos factory and now has space for granola marketing peeps. Partner up for 100 merkins, 200 squats and 300 LBC. When you weren't doing those run to the other end of the parking lot and scale the wall, to 2 burpees and run back. Instructions were given to rinse and repeat if you got done early which nobody did . So we pulled the plug and went to the granola offices. Balcony for 2 rounds of waybacks, and then peoples chair with Ali thrown in.
Mosey to the only grass I could find for a set of Jack Webb.
Mosey to the final wall for last round of peoples chair before we head back for COT.
Naked Moleskin
As soon as this thing ended we had Popsicles, Gatorade and water. I though that would make up for the pain, but it didn't . Lot's of whining and complaining in the COT. I thought listening to yacht rock would make it all worthwhile but i was wrong. I give up--if Kenny Logggins can't make you happy nobody can.
Dean Wormer was a cotter. Been at least 2 years. He used to be Toga as he attended Olympic High School. Toga became Dean Wormer . See? That's psychology.
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