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Preamble:

After staying up into the dying hours of the night, carefully crafting a well planned beatdown involving various complex exercises and things for the PAX to grumble about… we arrived in Gloom to what seemed to be the Papparazzi for a rare Manchester appearance at his own Q.

’twas not. ’twas the sight of lightning and the sound of thunder that greeted the PAX.

Warm-O-Rama:

Given the safety concerns and the need to rethink my BD, we moseyed (via automobile) to the pavilion for a dry(ish) and safe(ish) beatdown.

Warm Up-

Inchworms

Mercans

Step Ups

The Thang:

The Thang-

A bunch of chest, legs and legs under the pavilion.

COT:

Keep everyone close, my colleague lost his Dad last week who went from being healthy to gone in 3 days. Thoughts for the Witcher Family!

Naked-Man Moleskin:

Thanks for letting me lead you gents.