
Last week we heard your complaints about the concrete induced butt-cheek rashes. We heard them loud and clear. To redeem ourselves we scheduled a workout on soft, fresh cut, grass that just happened to be drenched in water, treated with high end sprinklers designed to intensify our workout session. Instead of booty-raspberries, our tribe got to slosh around in one of the most scenic areas of Boston as the sun was rising and turn to run home with wet asses, backs, and knees. A vivid reminder that we are alive and taking in this colorful, fun, real, and sometimes soaking wet world around us. And the next time your ass is wet and you’re feeling less than 100%, just sing along with this jam, we promise all your life’s sorrows will fade away.






