By the fortieth pull-up, I was using all three resistance bands to help modify the exercise. By one-hundred, we were both only doing one or two at a time. We decided to stop at that point since we already used up half of our 20-minute maximum time on just the one exercise. Our hands were burning, so we also cut the rope-pulls to 20, but otherwise we powered through the rest of the workout. I barely made the last push-up before the time was up. It was at that moment that our normal instructor came up with some of his team.
He looked at the two of us drenched in sweat, and then pointed at the board asking, "You two didn't actually do that workout, did you? That was a joke." Because we hadn't turned on the music, he didn't think anyone was up here so he didn't come up to give us the actual workout. ... I'm a bit sore ...
Today was also Oktoberfest at Our Lady of Perpetual Help. We took the boys there, and they had a blast. While we now know that they were supposed to dress up in Halloween costumes for the event, they managed to enjoy themselves anyway. They spent a while just playing in the indoor leaf pile. Other kids weren't playing in it because this was the first year that it wasn't hiding candy, but Connor and Rowen didn't know about that lack and so they just were enjoying themselves rolling in and throwing around the leaves.
They also both showed a great deal of coordination at the dart-throwing balloon-pop events. Connor got three out of five hits at the one set up for older kids where I had earlier seen some of my middle schools students go away without a single balloon popped. Rowen also did well at the younger kids' booth, but I figured I'd write down the story the way he told it: "I threw the dart ... Wa-pow! ... pop! ... Sha-bam! ... miss ... Wa-bam! ... miss ... Wa-pow! ... pop! ... Wa-pow! ... miss ... and they gave me candy!"
And to top off a great day, we were on our way home when we passed by some student's from Trevor's school. One of the girls waved at him. When he waved back, she asked if he was going to the dance. He told her no and followed us to the car. When I pried, he said that there was a dance tonight, but he didn't want to go because he didn't have a costume. I pried further and he said that the girl who spoke to him was in one of his classes but he didn't know her name.
If I didn't know better, I'd think he was playing hard-to-get ...