I have oft struggled with relationships. Intimacy is an area of my life where it has been hard for me to demonstarte my true feelings and feel safe. Thank God for Money. Of all the people in my world, Money is the one person who really knows me, who cares about me, and accepts me the way i am. Without judgement or excuses. When I just need to be held while I cry, I go see Money. When I need to share a dark secret and get real guidance about how to forgive myself, I go see Money. He loves me just as I am.
And so, you can imagine the joy welled up inside me when Money asked me to join him for the 38th annual celebration of our birthdays by being Co-Q’s at ALS. We went and got a mani pedi while we put together our plan. A simple plan, but one crafted in the warm embrace of Bromance.
Warm Up: various called exercises such as SSH, Sharon Towers, Imperial walkers, and something else interspersed with a variety of Merkins. No, this is not my standard, but every relationship has give and take. I gave in on the best way to start the beat down, and he agreed not to beat the shit out of me for writing this backblast.
Count off by 10s and proceed to the appropriate sign and do the exercise indicated on the sign. Proceed in numerical order, rinse and repeat until time called. In between stations, run back to the start and do 10 squats. The ten stations were Merkins, Plank Jacks, Copperhead Squats, Maktar Jye, J-Lo, Dry Dock, Dying Cockroach, Burpee, Seal jack, and inboards.
Ended with Money leading us in 5 minutes of Mary.
NMM: Money is the best. I know that he will read this, feel warm and fuzzy, and tell me where the key is hidden at his house in Mount Pleasant. Or maybe he will invite me over for scrapbooking.
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