Over the last several months I've gotten piss-poor at doing back blasts. It wasn't intentional it's just one of those things that slipped away. Kind of like keeping your receipts in order for your taxes. I say that I'm going to do them quarterly but the truth is I end up with a Nike box filled with scraps of paper that I somehow organize into what appears to be a logical explanation of my income, donations and expenses for the purpose of serving the i r s. So the only reason I'm doing a back blast is because Spock wanted one. If you don't know Spock you should know this: he has the means to look at you with a form of staring that is.... to say the least..... penetrating. I almost got the feeling that he knew about things I done wrong in the 4th grade. So in order to avoid the fact that I once fed my neighbor a poodle dog turd because I hid it inside of a chocolate muffin I am doing this back blast.
I don't know if the statue of limitations has gone away yet. So to be safe here is my back blast.
We started off with the standard. Because even when you forget to record what you've done you can still do what you've done the right way. At the conclusion of the standard we went to the top floor of the Target parking deck. For the record we did not leave for the roof of the Target parking deck until after we had finished the standard. So Wahoo's complaint that we had " left early " is all b. S. I mean think about it he said he arrived at 5:32 and we were already gone. Come on Wahoo if you're late you're late that doesn't mean I have to wait for you.
Up on the parking deck we did 11s with way backs and Mike Tyson's in between we ran across the deck. It seems like a lot of running but three of my workouts had come from hotel gyms this week so it made sense to get out and run. At the conclusion of the 11s we went down the stairs and to the area under the bridge where the rocks are. A series of lifting and Mary exercises left us in the mood to go find the magic ball. YHc had forgotten how far it was to get to the magic ball. So when we got to the magic ball we did a series of dips and step-ups before we went to the main street in the shopping center and did a merkin ladder stopping at every light post and adding a merkin. We had just enough time to go back and do a round of Mary Before Time was called.
All in all an excellent work out but truly that's not the point of the backblast the point of the backblast is to complain that Nibbler told me that Sheboygan was the San Diego of Wisconsin. Let the record show that Sheboygan is on Lake Michigan and San Diego is on the Pacific Ocean. Except for the fact that both front large bodies of water they have nothing in common. I can say I saw 11 women that had the same haircut as nibbler so all in all it was a good trip.