I run the risk of being "that guy" when I start using quotes from a recent movie in everyday conversation, but that ship has sailed, and I have a point to make:   You should only implement the Kansas City Shuffle in Odd Doses, otherwise you end up right back where everyone expected you to be.     This week I had piled them on so thick  I lost count and ended up doing something everyone would have expected.  Ironically, for the first time.     I’m not going to tell you what it is, but I bet Dave can guess, since he guessed what my first shuffle was.

In other, less cryptic, news, Tonight I went salsa dancing at Jelly’s.   Imagine Loca Luna meets the Jamaican Sunday Pier Parties in St. Augustine and you’ll have it.   Great place. The Asian Cabbie calls it ‘Jerry’s’, which caused some confusion.

I didn’t salsa, of course. I’m still a bit traumatized from the time my friend in college through me out onto the dance floor with the Venezuelan dancing queen who I had a crush on. We went on a date eventually, but I never could get my confidence back with her.  She would serve me hamburger in the dining hall and all  I could think was how I froze up on the dance floor.     Some  yahoo is probable going to suggest  that freezing up was a better move than actually letting her see me dance, so let me just make the joke for them. Consider it made.

I did 'Murph' in a respectable 43 minutes (run 1 mile, 100 pull-ups, 200 pushups, 300 squats, 1 mile).   Then I came in dead last is some foul workout at CrossfitSF, on Adrian’s first day coaching there.   Adam beat me again. I swore I wouldn’t let it happen, and it still happened.  He turned into a scrapper.

UPDATE:  I tried to fit some typos, but the post is beyond repair.