It was a brisk Wednesday morning at Honeypot. Out in the fields nearby, chickens awaited their release into the wild. Hops provided the chickens. They were getting old and no longer laying eggs.
In Rocky II, part of the Italian stallion’s training involved chasing a chicken in efforts to increase agility.
(aside from chicken chasing, Q was not really planned ahead 😬)
We warmed up with side straddle Dan Connolly’s, front to side lunges, squats, and merkins. Then we moseyed in single file and did an iffy shuffle on an agility ladder, looped around the parking lot and ran with high knees on speed hurdles.
PAX were given the option to do AMRAP of squats or burpees, alternating as needed, while one PAX ran the agility ladder and speed hurdle course. We cycled through for about three rounds. During this time, Hops played music from the Rocky movies (however I’m pretty sure it was just 80s rock), and mumblechatter consisted of incredible stories regarding hunting in the buff, and prophecy of Chewtoy’s next child being conceived following him laying out in his backyard with his rifle in his birthday (not gillie) suit.
We went out to the field to rile up the chickens. Only Princess Lay-A was noisy and running; the rest were not ready for the gloom. Chewtoy scooped up Princess Lay-A with his mighty farm hands. Princess Lay-A proceeded to shat all over Chewtoy as he held her high over his head in ironic triumph. The chickens were deported into the wild due to lack of papers.
After the exiling, the PAX regrouped at the car port for a one minute elbow plank to close out.
Q read an excerpt from a deviptional shared by a HIM on F3 nation’s slack for COT. Shared about the concept of a foxhole, essentially, a group of men who have each other’s backs in hard times. Thankful for our foxhole. Confessed of impatience and anger, but noted we’re not alone. Ended with prayer, and later on in the day had prayer answered for Hops.